one little bit of gladness--it isn't
London that I want, or England. I want my garden and my old big house,
and things as they used to be.

But I am sailing fast away from it--the old life into the new!

So far we have had fair weather. It is always best to speak of the
weather first, isn't it?--so that we can have our minds free for other
things. It hasn't been at all rough; even Leila, who isn't a good
sailor, has been able to stay on deck and people are so much interested
in her. She seems such a child for her widow's black. Oh, what
children they were, my boy Barry and his little wife, and yet they were
man and woman, too. Leila has been letting me see some of his letters;
he showed her a side which he never revealed to me, but I am not
jealous. I am only glad that, for her, my boy Barry became a man.

But I am going to try to keep the sadness out of my scribbles to you,
only now and then it will creep in, and you must forgive it, because
you see it isn't easy to think that we are all here who loved him, and
he, who loved so much to be with us, is somewhere--oh, where is he,
Roger Poole, in that vast infinity which stretches out and out, beyond
the sea, beyond the sky, into eternity?

All day I have been lying in my deck chair, and have let the world go
by. It is clear and cool, and the sea rises up like a wall of
sapphire. Last night we seemed to plough through a field of gold. The
world is really a lovely place, the big outside world, but it isn't the
outside world which makes our happiness, it is the world within us, and
when the heart is tired----

But now I must talk of some one else besides my self.

Shall I tell you of Delilah? She attracts much attention, with her
gracious manner and her wonderful clothes. All the people are crazy
about her. They think she is English, and a duchess at least. Colin
is as pleased as Punch at the success he has made of her, and he just
stands aside and watches her, and flickers his pale lashes and smiles.
Last night she danced some of the new dances, and her tango is as
stately as a minuet. She and Porter danced together--and everybody
stopped to look at them. The gossip is going the rounds that they are
engaged. Oh, I wish they were--I wish they were! It would be good for
him to meet his match. Delilah could hold her own; she wouldn't let
him insist and manage until she was positively mesmerized, as I am.
Delilah has such a queenly way of ruling her wo