delicious food, the prettily laid table, and our festive clothes.
When we had reached the ice, I asked him if he did not intend to make me a speech. He answered: 'The speech is in your bouquet.'
'Am I to be satisfied with a speech in flower-language?'
'Seek and thou shalt find.'
I took up the bouquet and out fell a piece of paper. He looked quite shy when he said: 'You have even made me attempt poetry. Though as a saving grace I must add, that I have not committed the crime of verse.'
I was going to open the paper, but he asked me to wait. I was not allowed to read the speech till we were having our coffee in the other room. He asked if I liked it. I answered him, what I really felt, that he was the most wonderful poet in the world.
Which I think he is, for he is my poet. As a finish to my report of the day, I place his speech in my diary.
THE SPEECH FOR JULIE.
'I need not tell you that I love you.
'You see that in my eyes when I hold you in my arms, you hear that in my voice when I kiss your ears.
'But I will tell you why you have so completely bewitched me. It is because you came to me like Eve, the mother of humanity, came to Adam, like
