have just heard the sad news about poor dear Peter. I can't describe my feelings. They are dreadful. I have been crying all the afternoon. I wish I could fly to you, but ma will not let me. She is afraid I will catch the measels, but I would rather have the measels a dozen times over than be separated from you all like this. But I have felt, ever since the Judgment Sunday that I must obey ma better than I used to do. If anything happens to Peter and you are let see him before it happens give him my love and tell him how sorry I am, and that I hope we will all meet in a better world. Everything in school is about the same. The master is awful cross by spells. Jimmy Frewen walked home with Nellie Cowan last night from prayer-meeting and her only fourteen. Don't you think it horrid beginning so young? You and me would never do anything like that till we were grown up, would we? Willy Fraser looks so lonesome in school these days. I must stop for ma says I waste far too much time writing letters. Tell Judy all the news for me.
"Your own true friend,
Sara Ray.
"P.S. Oh I do hope Peter will get better. Ma is going to get me a new brown dress for the winter.
When evening came we went to our seats under the whispering, sighing fir trees. It was a beautiful night—clear, windless, frosty. Some one galloped down the road on horseback, lustily singing a comic
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