42 THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 



and enjoy it that they may gain the profit. 

 Their quickened pulse and marvellous appetite 

 and perfect health-color and stored energy for 

 future play and work all come of outdoor life. 

 How they do love the garden, its clumps of 

 flowers, its winding paths and generous lawns; 

 they have the liberty of it and use it to the full, 

 rain or shine. Lionel is very fond of them. 

 We told him the other day they were coming; 

 he danced and fairly howled his delight, and 

 when they came he was the happiest dog in the 

 world! But there is one he misses; he went 

 to each and sniffled recognition, and then looked 

 about at us in a puzzled way. Yes, he misses 

 Rossignol, our precious grandson, and so do 

 we. How tender and precious his memory. 

 Yet the heavens are nearer and dearer and 

 more real for his beautiful life there. But 

 those two rollicking boys, Danforth and Don- 

 ald, how they run and romp and tumble over 

 each other and over the dog. They can do 

 anything with him and he accepts it in good 

 faith, and is happy because they are gentle and 

 kind. But how tenderly he regards the baby 

 Helen, as if she were his sole care, so proud of 

 her as she toddles by his side or rides on his 

 back. Two other boys are borrowed from our 

 neighbors, and what a four-in-hand team. What 



