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m seems all around. And as we stood there together, a little bird on a twig beside us, began to sing!--Garth is putting it all into a symphony.
Yes, little Geoff's eyes are bright and shining, and the true golden brown. In many other ways he is very like his father.
Garth sends his love, and promises you a special accompaniment to the "Blackbird's Song," such as can easily be played with one finger!
It seems so strange to address this envelope to Mrs. O'Mara. It reminds me of a time when I dropped my own identity and used another woman's name. I only wish your experiment might end as happily as mine.
Ah, Myra dearest, there is a Best for every life! Sometimes we can only reach it by a rocky path or along a thorny way; and those who fear the pain, come to it not at all. But such of us as have attained, can testify that it is worth while. From all you have told me lately, I gather the Best has not yet come your way. Keep on expecting. Do not be content with less.
We certainly must not let Deryck know that Jim Airth--what a nice name--was at Targai. He would move you on, promptly.
Report again next week; and do abide, if necessary, beneath the safe chaperonage of the cameo brooch.
Yours, in all fidelity, JANE DALMAIN.
IN HORSESHOE COVE
Lady Ingleby sat in the honeysuckle arbour, pouring her tea from a little brown earthenware teapot, and spreading substantial slices of home-made bread with the creamiest of farm butter, when the aged postman hobbled up to the garden gate of the Moorhead Inn, with a letter for Mrs. O'Mara.
For a moment she could scarcely bring herself to open an envelope bearing another name than her own. Then, smiling at her momentary hesitation, she tore it open with the keen delight of one, who, accustomed to a dozen letters a day, has passed a week without receiving any.
She read Mrs. Dalmain's letter through rapidly; and once she laughed aloud; and once a sudden colour flamed into her cheeks.
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