All Colours of DawnThat summer of 1886 went as usual, in out part of the world, but the summertime was too short, burning away quickly like gunpowder. The boating with cousins, in the morning; cricket or tennis at noon; and after lunch, in the round hall, my cousin's tutor performed chansonnettes "for gentlemen only"-- "Il y a des jours... et des lunes...""...Play the flute, Be game for anything!.."" Sans maman!Sans maman!Sans maman!!!"-- And I watched his singing lips that knew oh so much... and I didn't believe in the frivolous words, preferring believe that there was a charm in amorousness and love was sooner tender than cruel, but I was