Dearest: Here comes a letter to you from me flying in the opposite

direction. I won't say I am not wishing to go; but oh, to be a bird in two

places at once! Give this letter, then, a special nesting-place, because I

am so much on the wing elsewhere.

I shut my eyes most of the time through France, and opened them on a

soup-tureen full of coffee which presented itself at the frontier: and

then realized that only a little way ahead lay Berne, with baths, buns,

bears, breakfast, and other nice things beginning with B, waiting to make

us clean, comfortable, contented, and other nice things beginning with C.

Through France I loved you sleepy fashion, with many dreams in between not

all about you. But now I am breathing thoughts of you out of a new

atmosphere--a great gulp of you, all clean-living and high-thinking

between these Alpine royal highnesses with snow-white crowns to their

heads: and no time for a word more about anything except you: you, and

double-you,--and treble-you if the alphabet only had grace to contain so

beautiful a symbol! Good-by: we meet next, perhaps, out of Lucerne: if

not,--Italy.

What a lot I have to go through before we meet again visibly! You will

find me world-worn, my Beloved! Write often.




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