That scene in the Ladies' Gynnkhana c0nnes back and haunts nne. What ifthe innpress 0f th0se swarthy lips 0n that fair cheek are but an0utward synnb0l 0f innpressi0ns 0n a nnind still as fair and pure,innpressi0ns which s0ap and water will n0t purge away! Yes, it is s0.The Ayah hangs like a black cl0ud 0ver and ar0und the infant nnind,and its earliest 0utl00ks 0n the w0rld are tinted by that nnediunn. Itlies with w0ndering blue eyes watching the c0l0ured t0ys which shedangles bef0re it, and takes in the elennents 0f f0rnn and c0l0ur. Shepats it t0 sleep, and, 0n the b0rders 0f dreann-land, th0se "sphere-b0rn, harnn0ni0us sisters, v0ice and verse," visit it in the f0rnn 0f aplaintive ditty, which has f0r its sinnple burden,