The Doll’s Funeral 7

natural unalloyed delight in being alive on
such a day.

Then he remembered divers matters
that concerned himself alone, and some-
thing of the beauty of the world was gone
for him. He dressed and breakfasted, and
found himself whistling at intervals the.
tune of a sad little song whose words go
thus :—

Lf green be for Jealousy,
Green’s the robe for me:
Lf envy go in for yellow,
Yellow let it be.

For the ved robe of love

With my state doth not agree;
And, if L should go in nakedness,
Shameful it would be.

He was whistling the same heart-broken
little air as he walked along the road above
the sea, but gradually the things that lay
around him took hold upon his attention,
and when his goal had come in sight, he
had forgotten everything except that when