the repose and peace and blessedness that poured out of the heart of the

invisible Great Spirit of the Mountains.

Now what is it? There are mountains and mountains and mountains in this

world--but only these take you by the heart-strings. I wonder what the

secret of it is. Well, time and time again it has seemed to me that

I must drop everything and flee to Switzerland once more. It is a

longing--a deep, strong, tugging longing--that is the word. We must go

again, Joe.--October days, let us get up at dawn and breakfast at the

tower. I should like that first rate.

Livy and all of us send deluges of love to you and Harmony and all the

children. I dreamed last night that I woke up in the library at home and

your children were frolicing around me and Julia was sitting in my lap;

you and Harmony and both families of Warners had finished their welcomes

and were filing out through the conservatory door, wrecking Patrick's

flower pots with their dress skirts as they went. Peace and plenty abide

with you all!

MARK.

I want the Blisses to know their part of this letter, if possible. They

will see that my delay was not from choice.

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