ready.

Oh, Molly, Molly, is it for this you came into the world, twice to give
yourself without love? What difference does it make that your arms are
strong and white if they can't clasp him? Why are your eyes blue pools
of love if they are not for his questioning?

Yes, I know God is very tender with a woman, and I think He understands;
so, if she crept very close to Him and caught at His sleeve to steady
herself, He would be kind to her until she had the courage to go on
along her own steep way. Please, God, never let him find out, for it
would hurt him to have hurt me!




Leaf VIII.

Melted.


Some days are like the miracle flowers that open in the garden from
plants you didn't expect to bloom at all. I might have been born, lived
and died without having this one come into my life, and now that I have
had it I don't know how to write it, except in the crimson of blood, the
blue of flame, the gold of glory--and a tinge of light green would well
express the part I have played. But it is all over at last and--

Ruth Clinton was the unfolding of the first hour-petal, and I got a
glimpse of a heart of gold that I feel dumb with worship to think of.