LESLIE RETURNS A fortnight later Leslie Moore came home alone to the old house where she had spent so many bitter years.

In the June twilight she went over the fields to Anne's, and appeared with ghost-like suddenness in the scented garden.
"Leslie!" cried Anne in amazement.

"Where have you sprung from?
We never knew you were coming.

Why didn't you write?
We would have met you." "I couldn't write somehow, Anne.

It seemed so futile to try to say anything with pen and ink.