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[Antos <on...@bv...>]

Ry with a soft, impressionistic colour. Her eyes swept around the
square, hastening over the great white apartment buildings, our modern
atrocities, to linger over the old houses, which her swift imagination
peopled with the fashion and pomp of another day. "Spring in the city!"
breathed Bambi. "Spring in New York!" She was tempted to run to Jarvis's
door and tap him awake, to drink it in too, but she remembered that
Jarvis did not care for the flesh-pots, so she enjoyed her early hour
alone. It was very quiet in the Park; only an occasional milk wagon
rattled down the street. There is a sort of hush that comes at that
hour, even in New York. The early traffic is out of the way. The day's
work is not yet begun. There comes a pause before the opening gun is
fired in the warfare of the day. Many a gay-hearted girl has sat, as
Bambi sat, looking off over the housetops in this "City of Beautiful
Nonsense," dreaming her dreams of conquest and success. Youth makes no
compromise with life. It demands all, passionately; loses all, or wins,
with anguish of spirit. So it was with Bambi, the high-handed, imperious
little mite. She willed Fame and Fortune for Jarvis and herself in full