cause I said I would come to you sometime? This is what I meant:
that it should give me no jealous pang to think of another woman's head
on your breast; that there is a wedlock which appearances cannot touch.

No, I never would--I never would seek you; though sometimes the horror
of doing without you turns into reproach. What is he doing? He may need
me--and I am letting his life slip away. Am I cheating us both of what
could have harmed no one?

It is not that usage is broken off.

Yet if you were to come, I would punish you for coming!

Fine heroic days I tell myself we are marching to meet each other. If
the day has been particularly hard, I say, "Perhaps I have carried his
load too, and he marches lighter."

You have faults, no doubt, but the only one I could not pardon would be
your saying, "I repent!"

The instinct to conceal defeat and pain is so strong in me that I would
have my heart cut out rather than own it ached. Yet many women carry all
before them by a little judicious whining and rebellion.

I never believe in your unfaith. If you brought a wife and showed her to
me I should be sorry for her, and still not believe in your unfaith.

Louis, I have been falling down flat and crawling the ground. Now I am
up again. It didn't hurt.

It is the old German fairy story. Every day gold must be spun out of
straw. How big the pile of straw looks every morning, and how little the
handful of gold every night!

This prairie in the Indiana Territory that I dreaded as a black gulf, is
a grassy valley.

I love the garden; and I love to hoe the Indian corn. It springs so
clean from the sod, and is a miracle of growth. After the stalks are
around my knees, they are soon around my shoulders. The broad leaves
have a fragrance, and the silk is sweet as violets.

We wash our clothes in the river. Women who hoe corn, dig in a garden,
and wash clothes, earn the wholesome bread of life.

To-day Paul brought the first bluebells of spring, and put them in water
for me. They were buds; and when they bloomed out he said, "God has
blessed these flowers."

We have to nurse the sick. The goodness of these pioneer women is
unfailing. It is like the great and kind friendship of the Du Chaumonts.
They help me take care of Cousin Philippe.

Paul meditated to-day, "I don't want to hurt the Father's feelings. I
don't want to say He was greedy and made a better place for Himself in
heaven than He made for us down here. Is it n