How is it? Can it be possible that they are braver
than we? That our bravery is of the vaunting kind that telleth of
itself? My answer, made up from a long life of observation, is: "Yes!
Given the motive, and women are the bravest creatures on earth." Yet
how foolishly timid they are at times!
I admitted the girls, and when the door was shut Mary unclasped the
brooch at her throat and the great cloak fell to her heels. Out she
stepped, with a little laugh of delight, clothed in doublet, hose and
confusion, the prettiest picture mortal eyes ever rested on. Her hat,
something on the broad, flat style with a single white plume
encircling the crown, was of purple velvet trimmed in gold braid and
touched here and there with precious stones. Her doublet was of the
same purple velvet as her hat, trimmed in lace and gold braid. Her
short trunks were of heavy black silk slashed by yellow satin, with
hose of lavender silk; and her little shoes were of russet French
leather. Quite a rainbow, you will say--but such a rainbow!
Brandon and I were struck dumb with admiration and could not keep from
showing it.
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