' I looked my Emerson through
and through, and no worm; then I found in Joel Benton's Concordance
of Emerson that the line was in 'May-Day'; he even cited the page,
but my Emerson had no printing on that page. I searched all
through 'May-Day,' and still no worm; I looked again with no
better success, and was on the point of giving up when I spied
the worm--it almost escaped me--"
"It must have turned, didn't it?"
"Yes, the worm surely turned, or I never should have seen it," he
confessed.
The feminine member of the trio wields the dish-mop while the host
dries the dishes, and the Dreamer before the fire luxuriates in the
thought that his help is not needed.
The talk on philosophy and religion does not make the host forget
to warm sheets and blankets and put hot bricks in the beds to
insure against the fast-gathering cold.
The firelight flickers on the bark-covered rafters, lighting up the
yellow-birch partition between living-room and bedroom downstairs,
and plays upon the rustic stairway that leads to the two rooms
overhead, as we sit before the hearth in quiet talk. Outside the
moonlight floods the great open space around the cabin, revealing
outlines of the rocky inclosure. No sounds in all that stillness
without, and within only the low voices of the friends, and the
singing logs.
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