It came from a world without light, in which only sound had meaning, and only touch was certainty.
"Yes," answered Dolores.

"I have almost finished--there is only half a page more to read over." "And why do you read it over ?" asked Inez.

"Do you change what you have written?
Do you not think now exactly as you did when you wrote ?" "No; I feel a great deal more--I want better words! And then it all seems so little, and so badly written, and I want to say things that no one ever said before, many, many things.

He will laugh--no, not that! How could he?
But my letter will seem childish to him.

I know it will.