The little seamstress gazed at this letter a long time. Perhaps she was wondering in what Ready Letter-Writer of the last century Mr. Smith had found his form. Perhaps she was amused at the results of his first attempt at punctuation. Perhaps she was thinking of something else, for there were tears in her eyes and a smile on her small mouth.
But it must have been a long time, and Mr. Smith must have grown nervous, for presently another communication came along the line where the top of the cornice was worn smooth. It read:
If not understood will you
mary me
The little seamstress seized a piece of paper and wrote:—
If I say Yes, will you speak to me?
Then she rose and passed it out to him, leaning out of the window, and their faces met.
Copyright of Keppler and Schwarzmann.
THE WAY TO ARCADY
Oh, what's the way to Arcady,
To Arcady, to Arcady;
Oh, what's the way to Arcady,
Where all the leaves are merry?