She ran across the street, and slipped it in the box.

"There you go, and you'll tell the two dearest people in the world
that I got here safely, and that everyone was dear to me. You'll tell
them that I love them too."

Her heart was lighter, because now she knew that the letter that the
dear ones at home were looking for, would soon be on its way.

She hurried back to the garden, where she sat for a long time watching
the bees as they hovered over the flowers.

She would not go back to her room for fear of waking Polly, and she
knew that she should not wander about the vacant lower rooms, so she
decided to wait in the garden, until Princess Polly should come down.

She clasped her hands about her knee, and sat lost in a day dream. Her
long rippling hair fell over her shoulders, and she made a lovely
picture as she sat thinking of her home at the shore.

"The cliffs are white in the bright sunlight by this time," she said,
softly, lest someone might hear her, "and the big gulls are flying
over the water, or dropping to float on the crest of the waves.

"It is beautiful at home, and grand here at Avondale.

"I wonder if anyone knows if one is really finer than the other. They're
so different."