, and with the dog, come to the bridge to meet me. I
hope you will not suffer and fret. Put away your clothing, arrange the
rooms to keep busy, or better yet, lie in the swing and rest. There is
food in the ice chest, pantry, and cellar. Forgive me for leaving you
to-day, but I thought you would feel easier to have this over. I am so
glad to bring your mother here. I hope it will make you happy enough
to meet us with a smile. Do not forget the pink box until the reality
comes.

With love,

DAVID.

The Girl went to the kitchen and found food. She offered to share with
Belshazzar, but she could see from his indifference he was not hungry.
Then she returned to the room flooded with light, and filled with
treasures, and tried to decide how she would arrange her clothing. She
spent hours opening boxes and putting dainty, pretty garments in the
drawers, hanging the dresses, and placing the toilet articles. Often
she wearily dropped to the chairs and couches, or gazed from door and
windows at the pictures they framed. "I wonder why he doesn't want me to
go outside," she thought. "I wouldn't be afraid in the least, with Bel.
I'd just love to go across to that wonderful little river of Singing
Water and sit in the shade; but I won't open the door until four
o'clock, just as he wrote."

When she thought of where he had gone, and why, the swift tears filled
her eyes, but she forced them back and resolutely went to investigate
the dining-room. Then for two hours she was a home builder, with a touch
of that homing instinct found in the heart of every good woman. First,
she looked where the Harvester had said the dishes were, and suddenly
sat on the floor exulting. There was a quantity of old chipped and
cracked white ware and some gorgeous baking powder prizes; but there
were also big blue, green, and pink bowls, several large lustre plates,
and a complete tea set without chip or blemish, two beautiful pitchers,
and a number of willow pieces. She set the green bowl on the dining
table, the blue on the living-room, and took the pink herself, while a
beautiful yellow one she placed in the dining-room window seat.

"Oh, if I only dared fill them with those lovely flowers!" She stood in
the window and gazed longingly toward the lake. "I know what colour I'd
like to put in each of them," she said, "but I promised not to touch
anything, and the ones I want most I never saw before, and I'm not to go
out anyway. I can't see the sens