St. John's Day is placed nearer Christmas than that of the
Holy Innocents.'
'And St. John knew what evil was,' said Anne; 'yes you are right
there.'
'You speak as if you still had some fault to find with me, Anne,'
said Elizabeth.
'No, indeed I have not,' said Anne, 'I quite agree with you; it was
only your speaking of knowledge of evil us a kind of advantage, that
startled me.'
'Because you think knowledge and discernment my idol,' said
Elizabeth; 'but we have wandered far away from my white convolvulus,
and I have not done with it yet. When autumn came, and the leaves
turned bright yellow, it was a golden crown.'
'But there your comparison ends,' said Anne; 'the laurel ought to
vanish away, and leave the golden wreath behind.'
'No,' said Elizabeth; 'call the golden wreath the crown of glory on
the brow of the old saint-like hero, and remember that when he dies,
the immortality the world prizes is that of the coarse evergreen
laurel, and no one dreams of his white wreath.'
'I wish you would make a poem of your comparison, for the beginning
of my book of chivalry,' said Anne.
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