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So the arrangements were completed. The interviewers who came
to the house described the Great Author in his loose flannels and
velveteens, with bare feet, returning from labor in the fields.
The moving pictures were full of him. But the sandals did not
appear. There were no flash-lights permitted at the part-primitive
dinner-table.
DIANA AND THE LIONS
In the darkest hour before the dawn, Diana floated away from her
Garden Tower and came down between the Lions on the Library Steps.
At first, she did not know they were Lions. She thought they were
Cats, and so she was afraid. For she was very lightly clad; and
(except in Egypt) Cats are terrible to undomesticated goddesses.
Diana shivered as she strung her bow for defense. She felt that
she was divine, but she knew that she had cold feet.
In truth, the Library Steps were wet and glistening, for there had
been a shower after midnight. But now the gibbous moon was giving
a silent imitation of an arc-light high in the western heaven.
Her beams silver-plated the weird architecture of the shrines of
Commerce which face the great Temple dedicated to the Three Muses
of New York--Astor, Lenox, and Tilden.
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