And I love it not to have to look up and watch and listen for fear Father's coming in and I'll be making a noise.

And best of all I love Mother with her dancing eyes and her laugh, and her just being happy, with no going in and finding her crying or looking long and fixedly at nothing, and then turning to me with a great big sigh, and a "Well, dear ?" that just makes you want to go and cry because it's so hurt and heart-broken.

Oh, I do just love it all! And Mother _is_ happy.

I'm sure she is.

Somebody is doing something for her every moment--seems so.