than any other matter.  Perhaps some woman’s vanity makes me think that if you would only see me again, and talk to me as you used to talk, you would think of me as you used to think.

You need not fear but you will find me at home.  I have no whither to go,—­and shall hardly stir from the house till you come to me.  Send me a line, however, that I may have my hat on if you are minded to do as I ask you.

   Yours with all my heart,

   Winifred hurtle.

This letter took her much time to write, though she was very careful so to write as to make it seem that it had flown easily from her pen.  She copied it from the first draught, but she...