Write your letter now, will you ?" The Rev.Samuel nodded assent.

"I will," he added.
Then he turned to his daughter.

"Good-bye, Sally." She put her hands on his shoulders--knowing all his frailty--and kissed him.

Then she walked out of the room.
When she had closed the door, the clergyman sat down again to his desk and read again through the sentences he had read to Sally.
"I suppose she didn't think it very true," he said to himself, "but it is--it is true--its pomps and its vanities, ah--" Then he took out a sheet of note-paper, and picking up his pen, he began-- "My dear Lady Bray--".