My Dear Child,—I have been thinking how happy you will be by and by because Roy is happy.

And yet I know—I understand——

You have been in all my thoughts, and they have been such pitiful, page 15 tender thoughts, that I cannot help letting you know that somebody is sorry for you. For the rest, the heart knoweth its own, and I am, after all, too much of a stranger to my sister's child to intermeddle.

So my letter dies upon my pen. You cannot bear words yet. How should i dare to fret you with them? I can only reach you by my silence, and leave you with the Heart that bled and broke for you and Roy.—