He told her about the cocoons dangling on bushes or rocking on twigs that he was cutting for her.

He warned her that spring was coming, and soon she would begin to miss wonders for her pencil.

Then he told her about the silent cabin, the empty rooms, and a lonely man.

He begged her not to forget the kiss she had gone to find for him.

He poured out his heart unrestrainedly, and then folded the letter, sealed and addressed it to her, in care of the fire fairies, and pitched it into the ashes of the living-room fire place.