elf in this story…land。
〃Did you used to have a wreath in your hair；
grandmother？〃
〃When I was a little girl； I had golden hair； something like
Katie's。 Then I used to have a wreath of little blue flowers；
oh； so blue； that e when the snow is gone。 Andrey； the
coachman； used to bring me the very first。〃
They talked； and then Tilly brought the tea…tray； set for
two。 Ursula had a special green and gold cup kept for herself at
the Marsh。 There was thin bread and butter； and cress for tea。
It was all special and wonderful。 She ate very daintily； with
little fastidious bites。
〃Why do you have two wedding…rings； grandmother？……Must
you？〃 asked the child； noticing her grandmother's ivory coloured
hand with blue veins； above the tray。
〃If I had two husbands； child。〃
Ursula pondered a moment。
〃Then you must wear both rings together？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Which was my grandfather's ring？〃
The woman hesitated。
〃This grandfather whom you knew？ This was his ring； the red
one。 The yellow one was your other grandfather's whom you never
knew。〃
Ursula looked interestedly at the two rings on the proffered
finger。
〃Where did he buy it you？〃 she asked。
〃This one？ In Warsaw； I think。〃
〃You didn't know my own grandfather then？〃
〃Not this grandfather。〃
Ursula pondered this fascinating intelligence。
〃Did he have white whiskers as well？〃
〃No； his beard was dark。 You have his brows； I think。〃
Ursula ceased and became self…conscious。 She at once
identified herself with her Polish grandfather。
〃And did he have brown eyes？〃
〃Yes； dark eyes。 He was a clever man； as