I'm really getting quite fond of the big room, all but that horrid paper.

John does not know how much I really suffer. He knows there is no reason to suffer, and that satisfies him.

here comes John, and I must put this away, -he hates to have me write a word.•

The color is repellant, almost revolt­ing ; a smouldering unclean yellow, strangely faded by the slow-turning sun­light.

It is stripped off­the paper -in great patches all around the head of my bed, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life.

He said we came here solely on my account, that I was to have perfect rest and all the air I could get. "Your exercise depends on your strength, my dear," said he," and your food somewhat on your appetite; but air you can ab­sorb all the time." So we took the nur­sery at the top of the house.

but John would not hear of it.

nervous condition.

ghostliness,

The most beautiful place! It is quite alone, standing well back from the road, quite three miles from the village. It makes me think of English places that you read about, for there are hedges and walls and gates that lock, and lots of separate little houses for the gardeners and people. There is a delicious garden! I never saw such a garden -large and shady, full of box-bordered paths, and lined with long grape-covered arbors with seats under them

my condi­tion

My brother is also a physician,

er/zaps that is one reason I do not get well faster. You see he does not believe I am sick!

haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicit