eople's houses and opening their
doors to look at them in bed when they're asleep, and can't resent your
intrusion, though they would hate it if they knew. I said this to Sir
S., and he partly agreed with me on principle; but he warned me that
there are cemeteries I must visit in Scotland unless I want to miss the
last volumes of several interesting human documents. I don't know
exactly what a human document is; still, I suppose I shall go to the
graveyards for the sake of finding out what he means.

He spoke as if I were likely to go to these places with him, and said
that he would enjoy showing me Carlyle's house in Chelsea, which is
"more full of the man's heart and soul than Ecclefechan is." But, of
course, he said this without stopping to think. He will go back to
America and forget the forlorn little princess he happened to rescue
from a neighbouring dragon. Yet never mind, I shan't be forlorn after
this! I shall have my mother, and mothers are more important to
princesses than the most glittering knights. I shall, of course, travel
about with her wherever she goes, so I can never be lonely or sad. I
ought to be even more impatient than I am for the day to come when she
is due in Edinburgh, and I can surprise her there: but I suppose, having
lived without her so long, it is difficult to realize that I'm actually
to see her at last. However, I think of her every minute--or perhaps
every other minute; and I haven't fully realized until to-day how much
there is for which I have to thank her: the gayety and hopefulness she
must have kept in her heart, and handed down to me. Without gayety and
hopefulness neither of us would have dared or cared to run away from
Hillard House.

I think, far-fetched as it seems, it was seeing Carlyle's birthplace,
and feeling the influence of his parents upon him, which made me
understand. Great genius as he was, I wonder if he might not have been
even greater if his mother or father had taught him that it was right to
be happy and wrong to be sad? Sir S. says that Jenny his wife could have
taught him all that, if he had chosen to learn; but he was grown up
then, and so it was too late. The sunshine must be in your blood when
you are a child, and then no shadows can ever quite darken the gold--or
at least, that is the thought which has come into my mind to-day.

It was the right thing to turn southward off the Glasgow highway after
Ecclefechan, to go to Annan and see the place where Ca