CHAPTER XXVI.
MAUDE'S LETTER.
TRACY PARK, June -- --, 18--.
'My darling Jerrie:--I wish I could send you a whiff of the delicious air I am breathing this morning from the roses under my window and the pond-lilies which Harold brought me about an hour ago.

Don't you think he was up before the sun, and went out upon the river to get them for me because he knows how fond I am of them, and I told him yesterday that they always made me think of you, they are an sweet, and pure, and fair.

I wish you could have seen him, or, rather, have heard his voice and seen the look in his eyes, as he said: "Yes; Jerrie is the lily and you are the rose; you set each other off admirably.

I am glad you are so good friends." 'Harold thinks the world of you, Jerrie, and were you his own sister, I am sure he could not love you better than he does.

How handsome he has grown since I went away.