COMMUTER'S WIFE 191 



can compass my two lovers with a single glance as 

 I write half by firelight. 



Dear garden of outdoors, I love you best ! but as 

 you vanish, then the door of the garden of books 

 opens to me with its main roads, bypaths, and end- 

 less vistas, and I also rejoice at this. Do you realize, 

 you happy, happy Barbara, what it is to have both 

 gardens and both lovers? 



