What crowded, happy weeks these last have been. Waiting for Jack; amusing him when time hangs heavy--even unto reading pages of scientific books with words so big the spine of my tongue is threatened with fracture. And in between times? Well, I am thanking my stars for the chance to doubly make up for any little tenderness I may have passed by. Put it in your daily thought book, honey, forevermore I am going to remember that if at the time we'd use the strength in doing, that we consume afterwards being sorry we didn't do, life would run on an easy trolley. Billy and Sada are with us, still with the first glow of the enchanted garden over them. Bless their happy hearts! I am going to give them my collection of color prints to start housekeeping with. How I'd _love_ to see Uncle--through a telescope. To-night we are having our last dinner here. To-morrow the four of us turn our faces toward the most beautiful spot this side of Heaven, home. The happy runaways to Nebraska, Jack and I to the little roost we left behind in Kentucky. There goes the music for dinner. It 's something about "dreamy love." Love is n't a dream, Mate--not the kind I know; it's all of life and beyond. I know what they are playing! Breathe but one breath Rose beauty above And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love! THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Lady and Sada San by Frances Little (pseudonym of Fannie Caldwell Macaulay)