his eyes.

"Slice up the whole loaf, Flower, and let's have a feast. Forget--" He
didn't finish his sentence, and I'm glad. We neither of us said anything
more as I cut that whole loaf; but why should I want to be certain that
he touched the lace on my sleeve as it brushed his face when I reached
across him to catch an inquisitive rose that I saw peeping in the window
at us?




Leaf V.


"The juice of a lemon in two glasses of cold water, to be drunk
immediately on wakening!" Page eleven! I've handed myself that lemon
every morning now until I am sensitive with myself about it. If there
was ever anybody "living a Noah's Ark sort of life" it's I, and I have
to sit at the Ark window from dawn to dusk to get in the gallon of water
I'm supposed to consume in that time. Some time I'm going to get mixed
up and try to drink my bath, if I don't look out.

I don't know what I'm going to do about this book, and I've got myself
into trouble about writing things besides records in it. He looked at me
this morning as coolly as if I was just anybody and said--

"I would like to see that record now, Mrs. Molly. It seems to me you are
about as slim as you want to be. How did you tip the scales last time
you weighed, and have you noticed any trouble at all with your heart?