Where got you that joup o ' the lily sheen ? That bonny snood o ' the birk sae green , And those roses , the fairest that ever was seen ? Kilmeny , Kilmeny , where have you been ? ' `` Only it 's a lily and not a rose you are carrying . I might go on and quote the next couplet too -- '' ` Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace , But there was nae smile on Kilmeny 's face . ' `` Why are you looking so sober ? '' Kilmeny did not have her slate with her and could not answer ; but Eric guessed from something in her eyes that she was bitterly contrasting the beauty of the ballad 's heroine with her own supposed ugliness . `` Come down to the house , Kilmeny . I have something there to show you -- something lovelier than you have ever seen before , '' he said , with boyish pleasure shining in his eyes . `` I want you to go and put on that muslin dress you wore last Sunday evening , and pin up your hair the same way you did then . Run along -- do n't wait for me . But you are not to go into the parlour until I come . I want to pick some of those Mary-lilies up in the orchard . '' When Eric returned to the house with an armful of the long stemmed , white Madonna lilies that bloomed in the orchard Kilmeny was just coming down the steep , narrow staircase with its striped carpeting of homespun drugget . Her marvelous loveliness was brought out into brilliant relief by the dark wood work and shadows of the dim old hall . She wore a trailing , clinging dress of some creamy tinted fabric that had been her mother 's . It had not been altered in any respect , for fashion held no sway at the Gordon homestead , and Kilmeny thought that the dress left nothing to be desired . Its quaint style suited her admirably ; the neck was slightly cut away to show the round white throat , and the sleeves were long , full `` bishops , '' out of which her beautiful , slender hands slipped like flowers from their sheaths . She had crossed her long braids at the back and pinned them about her head like a coronet ; a late white rose was fastened low down on the left side . '' ' A man had given all other bliss And all his worldly wealth for this -- To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips , ' '' quoted Eric in a whisper as he watched her descend .
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