AT THE FAIR
There came to the Fair a girl from the country-side, most comely. There was a lily and a rose in
her face. There was a sunset in her hair, and dawn smiled upon her lips.
No sooner did the lovely stranger appear in their sight than the young men sought her and
surrounded her. One would dance with her, and another would cut a cake in her honor. And they
all desired to kiss her cheek. For after all, was it not the Fair?
But the girl was shocked and started, and she thought ill of the young men. She rebuked them,
and she even struck one or two of them in the face. Then she ran away from them.
And on her way home that evening she was saying in her heart, "I am disgusted. How unmannerly and ill bred are these men. It is beyond all patience."
A year passed during which that very comely girl thought much of Fairs and men. Then she
came again to the Fair with the lily and the rose in her face, the sunset in her hair and the smile
of dawn upon her lips.
But now the young men, seeing her, turned from her. And all the day long she was unsought and alone.
And at eventide as she walked the road toward her home she cried in her heart, "I am disgusted.
How unmannerly and ill bred are these youths. It is beyond all patience."
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