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121 cream and sugar, and hope you will enjoy all your berries. We shall buy some in the market-house next week.”

Later in the forenoon I sent the strawberries over to Georgiana. I have a variety that is the shape of the human heart, and when ripe it matches in color that brighter current of the heart through which runs the hidden history of our passions. All over the top of the dish I carefully laid these heart-shaped berries, and under the biggest one, at the very top, I slipped this little note: “Look at the shape of them, Georgiana! I send them all to you. They are perishable.”

This afternoon Georgiana sent back the empty dish, and inside the napkin was this note: “They are exactly the shape and color of my emery needle-bag. I have been polishing my needles in it for many years.”

Later, as I was walking to town, I met Georgiana and her mother coming out. No