At least she bit the little silver owl at the end of her pen for a long time.

She tore up several sheets.

At last she wrote in her large, slanting, dashing handwriting: "_I know that we must part.

You are right and I wish it too.

It is all like a terrible dream, and what will the awakening be ?_" (Fay did not quite know what she meant by this, but it impressed her deeply as she wrote it, and a tear dropped on "the awakening" and made it look like "reckoning." She was not of those, however, who having once written one word ever think it can be mistaken for another; and really reckoning did quite as well as awakening.) "_But I must see you once before you go.