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pu tyding over the vacation with whet coin she must have dimed away for months? Is not this rent all and every bit of what
she covers the expense of the entire household with, even light, fire and telephone and daily papers? This very morning she
unpinned the stretched curtains for the last time . Linda, I said, isnt that a pair we still had at the Station? Yes, she
answered smiling, That were our best, thay are almost 15 years old . It took her about three quaters of an hour last night
to mend ere she wetted them, but this morning they are as good as new . And ifher soul had clefts like a grand Canyon - Christ
would look at the threads she put in last night and say to her Today thou shalt be with me in Paradise . In the fifteen years
of our wedlock, it is only the last few months that every now and then she had not found the tine to change her dress in the
afternoons. But, as Mrs. Moody says, she looks a queen in her plainest garb. I had put away the coin that I took in for the
Illegible book of nine that I sold, till a worthy opportunity should arrive to apply such. It has come. When but a tot. I
was sent to an aunt to an aunt to Illegible the then had left us) and there I saw the first mountains and red cows, and these
had bells on. I sent the coin to the moatmaste ? and asked him to buy 'me one of those bells. It shall be the bell of Faith
in my chimes. The others, Love shall be she one of the old confessed to milk ? when setting up housekeeping, and charity is
the one sent by our good neighbors, the Moodys, on their Illegible bought it off a goats' heck while at Chamounix. The chimes
hang in my chapel in a big plant, and hen Roland rings the Illegible for me, I shall Illegible Zion in the evening skye ?
. For now one year I have slowly and steadily o improved. And when in throes of despair, I say the loudest: I am going to
be well. In the last number of Sunset they give the tunes of the meadowlark. They forgot to put the words with it. I learned
then this spring, and you know then too; God gave me a song to sing . -The call of the quail I heard only once in the U.C.
grounds this year: too many stray cats. And the biggest Change in Berkeley? Do you care to mournfully know about it With me
? - The redtailed hawk came to look at their brooding groland ? of last year, but they refused to nest. And so, too, have
the dear Illegible left for good. There is too much memorial building going on. Joy is the grace we say to God Illegible
. You added a smiling field it to our devotion. It extends from here Contra Costa . Illegible