“‘What matters it if I be loved or not?
And what if he who works shall be forgot?
The work of Love is no less surely wrought,
And the great world shall answer me.’
“Are not those grand words? They have just come to the surface of my memory, like the artist’s negative under the developing solution. I mean to keep them before me henceforth, like the mene tekel on Belshazzar’s wall.
“Good-bye, dearest father, mine. I have written myself into a horrid mood. I have written to Susie, mamma, and others. Trust me, and believe in the good sense of
“Papa’s Own Girl.
“P. S.—I can write a letter without a post scriptum. You will bear me witness; but I must say just this: do not be worried about me so long as I am silent.
“C. F. D.”
The next day the White Mountains party set out on their journey, where we will leave them for the present and go back to Oakdale.