Don't you suppose I've been watching you slowly winning back to your old dear self--tired, weary-footed, desolate, almost hopeless, yet always surely finding your way back through the dreadful twilight to the dear, sweet, generous self that I know so well--the straightforward, innocent, brave little self that grew at my knee!--Geraldine--Geraldine, my own dear child!" "Hush--I did not know you knew.

I am trying.

Once I failed.

That was not very long ago, either.

Oh, Kathleen, I am trying so hard, so hard! And to-day has been a dreadful day for me.