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Day 18
Searching for the Soul of Peter Paul Rubens

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  This day, when I was come home from school , I did have much wood to carry in, for cold days are come. I did make goes to the woodshed to get the wood. Going to the woodshed I passed that new flour-sack hanging on the clothesline. It was flapping in the wind. By and by that flour-sack is going to evolute into an underskirt for me to wear under my dress when I go to school. I got my arms full of wood -- as much as they could hold. Then I came into the house to put the wood into the box behind the stove .
  The mamma was standing by the window. She looked worry looks at that new flour-sack hanging on the clothesline there. She said she wished she knew a quicker way to get that miller's brand out of the flour-sack. She put on her fascinator and went a-visiting. She told me to watch the baby that was sleeping on the bed. While I was carrying in more sticks of wood, I tried to think of a quicker way to get that miller's brand out of that flour-sack a-flapping there in the window.
  When enough wood was in and two more loads besides, I did sit on the woodbox. After I did sit still a most long time, thinks did come of a way . I got the scissors out. I got them out of the mamma's workbasket. The time it did take to cut the miller's brand out of the flour-sack, it was only a little time. And when it was fixed, I did fold it in nice folds with the nice crooks sticking out. The scissors did make those crooks in a nice way. Scissors are useful. I do find much use for them. But the mamma likes not the uses I find for the scissors. She does say I am a new sance . I guess a new sance is something some grown-up people don't like to have around at all.
  I have wonders about things. I have sore feels in my heart and sore feels on the back part of me . I so want to be helps to the mamma . But it's very hard. Why, today when I did run to meet her, I did say, "It's out. -- It's out. -- I've got it out." And she looked no glad looks. She did only look looks about for a hazel bush . First one she saw, she did take two limbs of it. All the way to the door she made tingles on me with them. I do not think she does have knowing how they feel -- such queer sore feels. I feel she would not like their feels.
Follow One Character When we were come to the door, she did tell me to stay outside. She said I couldn't come into her house. But I did have knowing where I could go. I went to talk with Good King Edward I and lovely Eleanor of Castile . I did climb onto the lane fence and into the arms of lovely Queen Eleanor. I do so like to be in her arms when things do trouble me. She has understandings. From her arms I did go to hunt for the soul of Peter Paul Rubens . Lucian Horace Ovid Virgil rode in my left apron pocket and Nannerl Mozart rode in my right apron pocket. She is a most shy mouse and does keep her nose hid. As we did go along, I did gather gray leaves. Forty-two gray leaves I did so gather.
  Then we went on. We went on to the near woods . I had not findings today for the soul of my dear Peter Paul Rubens , but I did tell the wind that was walking in the woods to tell Peter Paul Rubens I was come a-seeking for his soul. Then I did turn my face to the way that does lead to the cathedral . On the way I met with Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Brave Horatius and Isaiah .
  Together we did go to the cathedral . We went unto the little tree that I have planted there for rememberings of good John Milton, for this day is the day of his borning in 1608. We did have prayers. It was so lonesome -- Peter Paul Rubens not being there to grunt Amen at in-between times. Brave Horatius came near unto me when prayers were most done. He did put his nose against my hand for a pat. I gave him two. One was for him and one was for Peter Paul Rubens that was.
  Then we all did go in the way that does lead to the singing creek where the willows grow. When we were come, all that were with me did stand very close by. They so did stand while I did drop the gray leaves upon the water. All the forty-two leaves I did gather I did drop upon the water, for this is the day of the going-away of Antoine Van Dyck in 1641. And his years they were forty-two. When the leaves were all upon the water I did say a little prayer, and we came home. It was most dark-time and the lamp on the kitchen table did shine its light out the window. And it came down the path to meet us.

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