heaven.


May 17th. To-day I put a little private gate through my fence
under Georgiana's window, as a sign to her. Balaam's beast that
I am! Yes, seven times more than the inspired ass.


As I passed to-day, I noticed Georgiana looking down at the gate
that I made yesterday. She held a flower to her nose and eyes,
but behind the leaves I detected that she was laughing.

"Good-morning!" she called to me. "What did you cut that ugly hole
in your fence for?"

"That's not an ugly hole. That's a little private gateway."

"But what's the little private gateway _for_?"

"Oh, well! You don't understand these matters. I'll tell your
mother."

"My mother is too old. She no longer stoops to such things. Tell
_me_!

"Impossible!"

"I'm dying to know!"

"What will you give me?"