Hoping the rheumatism is all right now, and that you'll make use of me, in any way you can, I am Yours faithfully, TYLER FESSENDEN ELDER. [FROM ROGER'S SISTER] NEWTON, MASS., April 2nd, 188-- DEAR JERRY: I can't resist, in spite of your warning, letting you know how deeply we appreciate your generous offer for the children. You know, of course, that we never felt the slightest claim. It would not have been so much, anyway, if it had been divided, and father always felt that people had a right to leave their money as they chose, if they had any rights in it at all, he said. I believe he thought it ought to go to the State, or something. He and Mr. C--l S--z used to talk about it evenings, I remember. But to provide so generously for them in your will--it was truly kind and Walter feels it very much. I hope it will be long before they get it, Jerry. Of course Roger will have a son some day and then you will be giving it to Roger Bradley, as you say, and it won't have been out of the family really--you were just like one of us for so many years. And dearer to Uncle Win than any of us, I am sure. With deepest gratitude again from Walter and myself, and hopes that you are quite well now, Yours always, ALICE BRADLEY CARTER. CHAPTER XXIV OUR SECOND SUMMER IN EDEN That winter had been my introduction to Egypt. I have never since let more than three winters, at most, go by without revisiting the strange, haunted place; next to Nippon the fairy country it is dearest to me of all the warm corners of the earth--and I have dragged my twinging, tortured muscles to them all. Only last winter--for many months have passed since I copied those last letters into my manuscript, and I paid dear for a last attempt at a February in New York--I strolled through Cairo streets, drew gratefully into my nostrils the extraordinary mixture of odours that differentiates Cairo from every place in the world (how the great cities are stamped indelibly each with her own nameless atmosphere, by the way! And yet not quite nameless, for London's is based on street mud and flower-trays, Rome is garlic and incense, Paris is watered asphalt, New York is untended horses and tobacco-smoke, and Tokyo is rice straw) and as I strolled, a strange thing happened to me.