being together in Italy; it is a happy fate, and gives me all kinds of hope. We will be often alone together in glorious places. We will talk it over; that is better than writing. You shall understand me, Miriam. You shall get as well and strong as I am, and know what I mean when I speak of the joy of living. We shall be sisters again, like we used to be."
Miriam smiled and shook her head.
"Tell me about things at home. Is Miss Baske well?"
"Quite well. I have had two letters from her since I was here. She wished me to give you her love."
"I will write to her. And is old Don still alive?"
"Yes, but very feeble, poor old fellow. He forgets even to be angry with the baker's boy."
Cecily laughed with a moved playfulness.
"He has forgotten me. I don't like to be forgotten by any one who ever cared for me."
