Be sure you write on thin paper to Lausanne.

It is on a blue lake; you see snow mountains, and now there is a bell ringing--kisses from me! we start.

I must sign.
"Dahlia." By the reading of this letter, Rhoda was caught vividly to the shore, and saw her sister borne away in the boat to the strange countries; she travelled with her, following her with gliding speed through a multiplicity of shifting scenes, opal landscapes, full of fire and dreams, and in all of them a great bell towered.

"Oh, my sweet! my own beauty!" she cried in Dahlia's language.

Meeting Mrs.Sumfit, she called her "Mother Dumpling," as Dahlia did of old, affectionately, and kissed her, and ran on to Master Gammon, who was tramping leisurely on to the oatfield lying on toward the millholms.
"My sister sends you her love," she said brightly to the old man.