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many times in it and who long since passed into 

 the real realm of life, we still call it "Fairy 

 Grotto." All this would matter little to some, 

 but to us there are tenderly clinging memories 

 which add perceptibly to our visits and give ex- 

 tra relishful pleasures. It is surely a favorite 

 resort, and is lived in more than we are willing 

 to admit. 



In our arbor, Ruth and I sat one evening 

 quietly talking over the day's experiences. It 

 had been very warm and our work a little over- 

 taxing, but now it was so deliciously cool and 

 restful. Side by side, we sat in the open door- 

 way, looking out on our garden-world and 

 thinking of its many interests, and of our 

 friends and loved ones, and on up into the great 

 heavens and of our home over there — for the 

 distance seems so short between the two worlds 

 at such an hour as this. This silence is always 

 helpful to us because it is peopled with good 

 thoughts. This realm is wholly ours and we 

 can admit and debar whom and what we will. 

 Too many in such hours leave every gate and 

 door open and the meditation is turned into a 

 bedlam. Ruth taught me this art of silent con- 

 templation. I think it belongs more naturally 

 to woman than to man; his is the rougher and 

 noisier world and his moods too often are tine- 



