to the wives and children who had remained behind.
This was for our own sake, however, and not in any sense for theirs. It
has been hard to get people to come, and we wanted to offer inducements.

"This time I sat at the head of the table myself. We had songs and
stories and much good cheer. Afterward, when I said good-night, they all
came to shake hands with me and say 'Thank you.' It was the first time.

"One man who lives in a crowded district in the city, has a wife who has
tuberculosis. The remainder of the family consists of a daughter of
fourteen and a boy of nine. He is to come back and bring them with him.
They are to have the best of the workers' houses, on the pine hill above
the vineyard. On a cot, in the clean cold air, the mother will get well
again if it is possible for her to get well. I have work enough around
the place for the man, the boy can go to school, and the Lady Mother
will train the daughter in the ways of housewifery. In the evenings I
shall teach her to read and write.

[Sidenote: Passing On]

"We have swept our attic clean of things we had stored away. We have
given not only what we do not need, but what we can do without. This
winter, when the North wind howls down the chimney, while I am sheltered
and warm, it will afford me satisfaction to know that my useless
garments are, at last, doing good service somewhere.

"Mother, too, has caught the spirit of it. I cannot tell you of the
countless things she has sent away--bedding, clothes, shoes, furniture,
food--everything. I do not know why the workers' shacks around the
vineyard should remain idle practically all the time--there must be
others in damp cellars in that crowded city who have become diseased,
and who could be healed by the pure cold air up among my ancestral
pines. I will see what can be done.

"These people who come to my vineyard are, as it were, the connecting
link between me and the outer world. I had thought there was nothing
for me to do here, and behold, there is so much to be done that I
scarcely know where to begin. And this work has been at my very door, as
it were, for ten years, and I have not seen it. Next year, I think I
shall have a night school for two hours each evening after work. Many of
them are pathetically eager to learn and have no opportunity to do so.

[Sidenote: A Strange Dream]

"The night the workers all went back to the city, I had a strange dream
which now seems significant. I thought I was