and reddening your lovely long
fingers, which were made to paint masterpieces.

I am trying to pass on to my school children what you have given to me,
and oh, Uncle Rod, when I speak to them I seem to be looking with you,
straight through the kitchen window, at the sunset. We never knew that
the kitchen sink was there, did we? We saw only the sunsets. And now
because you are a darling dear, and because you are always seeing
sunsets, I am sending you a verse or two which I have copied from a book
which Geoffrey Fox left last night at my door.

"When Salomon sailed from Ophir,
With Olliphants and gold,
The kings went up, the kings went down,
Trying to match King Salomon's crown;
But Salomon sacked the sunset,
Wherever his black ships rolled.
He rolled it up like a crimson cloth,
And crammed it into his hold.

CHORUS: "Salomon sacked the sunset,
Salomon sacked the sunset,
He rolled it up like a crimson cloth,
And crammed it into his hold.

"His masts were Lebanon cedars,
His sheets were singing blue,
But that was never the reason why
He stuffed his hold with the sunset sky!
The kings could cut their cedars,
And sail from Ophir, too;
But Salomon packed his heart with dreams,
_And all the dreams were true_."

Now join in the chorus, you old dear--and I'll think that I am a little
girl again--

"The kings could cut their cedars,
Cut their Lebanon cedars;
But Salomon packed his heart with dreams,
_And all_
_the dreams_
_were true_!"

* * * * *

_In the Schoolroom._

I told you that Geoffrey Fox left a book for me to read. I told you that
he wore eye-glasses on a black ribbon, that he is writing a novel, and
that I don't like him. Well, he went into Baltimore this morning to get
his belongings, and when he comes back he will stay until his book is
finished. It will be interesting to be under the same roof with a story.
All the shadows and corners will seem full of it. The house will speak to
him, and the people in it, though none of the rest of us will hear the
voices, and the wind will speak and the leaping flames in the fireplace,
and the sun and the moon--and when the snow comes it will whisper secrets
in his ear and presently it will be s