I have an idea that you are in some sort of trouble. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me. We can see round them and behind them and through them, and most of us use that knowledge, in the silent way we have, for our great ends.
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