We burn straw and it warms us.

My verses catch fire from you as you read them, and so you see them in that light of your own.

But it is something to be used to such an end by such a man, and I thank you, thank you, and so does my husband, for the deep pleasure you have given us in the words you have written.
And why not say so sooner?
Just because I wanted to say so fully, and because I have been crushed into a corner past all elbow-room for doing anything largely and comfortably, by work and fuss and uncertainty of various kinds.

Now it isn't any better scarcely, though it is quite fixed now that we are going from Florence to England--no more of the shadow dancing which is so pretty at the opera and so fatiguing in real life.

We are coming, and have finished most of our preparations; conducted on a balance of--must we go?
_may_ we stay?
which is so very inconvenient.