All the days and nights I prayed that Arthur might remember and write me again, and God heard, and he did; and five days ago I received his letter.

So crazy it was, but just as full of love and tenderness and a desire to see me.

He told me of his lovely home and the Gretchen room, where my picture is in the window; and in case there should be no one to meet me at the station when I arrived he sent me directions how to find Tracy Park, and told me just what to do when I reached New York.

He would come for me himself, he said, only the sea made him so sick and he was afraid he should forget everything if he did.

But you will see in his letter what he wrote and how fond he was of me; and if he is alive and too crazy to understand now, tell him, when he is better, how I loved him and prayed for him every hour that God would bring him, at last, where I am going so soon.