CHAPTER VIII
SOME OF SEVERAL EPISTLES
I
Commonwealth Avenue
Boston, Massachusetts.
September 15, 1912.
Dear little Smiles:
If you had been able to look inside of my heart when I opened your present and read your letter, you would have beheld as many different lights and shadows there as you can see in your own eyes when you look in the glass over your bureau.
The sight of that little jar, and the scent of the spiced rose-petals, brought you so near to me that I thought I could almost see you by just closing my eyes—which may seem to you a funny way of "seeing" a person. It made me very happy.