"How few people know just what we're feeling and thinking, and how hard it is to let them know! The 'I' at the back of me is so different from the outside of me! When I want to say things I turn stupid and my tongue stops.

I suppose most other people feel really the same, and we all live in our own little world and only touch one another now and then.

Human speech is such a poor medium.

Will it be dropped in the next life, and shall we talk with our hearts ?" It was on the very morning after this that Winona received an agitated letter from home.

Her mother had bad news.