No. 3.—Anne in a white frock amid a blur of candle-light on Christmas——
Oh, my list would be long! People have said that I have lacked pride because I have chosen to take my troubles philosophically. There have been times when my soul has wept. I have cried often on my rainy days. But—there have always been the sunsets—and after that—the stars.
I fear that I have been but little help to you. But you know my love—blessed one. And the eagerness with which I await your coming. Ever your own
Uncle.
CHAPTER XIV
In Which There is Much Said of Marriage and of Giving in Marriage.
Eve's green-eyed cat sat on a chair and watched the flame-colored fishes. It was her morning amusement. When her mistress came down she would have her cream and her nap. In the meantime, the flashing, golden things in the clear water aroused an ancient instinct. She reached out a quick paw and patted the water, flinging showers of sparkling drops on her sleek fur.
Aunt Maude, eating waffles and reading her morning paper, approved her. "I hope you'll catch them," she said, "especially the turtles and the tadpoles—the idea of having such things where you eat."