Excerpt from Fair Ines

At eighteen months of age, one perfectly calm summer evening, the time somewhere between six and seven, Ines began to scream quite distressfully.

A devoted mother searched anxiously for a pin; a father, startled but philosophic, said "Peaches," and looked at the fruit-plate to see whether he had absent-mindedly given three of these delicacies to his daughter instead of the by-custom-sacred one. Two remained untouched on the plate. The infant had her hand stretched out peremptorily.

"Want!" she said.

"Want!" she said again.

"Want!" she screamed at last, finding that no attention was being paid to her demands.

It was some time before the parents discovered that it was the setting sun their offspring demanded. It hung there, just across a mountain gorge, a ball of red and orange, with incredibly beautiful shafts of purple light.

And all offered here was an indiarubber doll with its features erased, and a duck fashioned by some well-meaning female out of cotton wool.

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