 me room for my
stature, for I was six feet high.  The night-shadow came black against
the glass, and made a mirror of each pane.  My heart was beating fast,
and my hands trembled as I held my sweetheart's letter to the light.  I
had read it twenty times before--you might have known that by the
creases in it and the frayed edges, as though, forsooth, it had been a
love-letter fifty years old--but my nervous excitement obliged me to go
through it once more for the last time, as I have said, to make sure.

The handwriting was girlish--how could it be otherwise, seeing that the
sweet writer was not yet eighteen?  The letter consisted of four
sheets, and on one of them was very cleverly drawn, in pen and ink, a
tall, long, narrow, old-fashioned chateau, with some shrubbery in front
of it, a short length of wall, then a tall hedge with an arrow pointing
at it, under which was written, "HERE IS THE HOLE."  Under another
arrow indicating a big, square door to the right of the house, where a
second short length of wall was sketched in, were written the words,
"HERE IS THE DOG."  Other arrows--quite a flight of them, indeed,
causing the sketch to resemble a weather-chart--pointed to windows,
doors, a little balcony, and so forth, and against them were written,
"MAM'SELLE'S ROOM," "THE GERMAN GOVERNESS'S ROOM," "FOUR GIRLS SLEEP
HERE,"--with other hints of a like kind.

I carefully read the letter.  Suppose the ladder which Caudel had wound
around his broad breast should prove too short?  No! the height from
the balcony to the ground was exactly ten feet.  She had measured it
herself, and that there might be no error, had enclosed me the length
of pack-thread with which--with a little weight at the end of it--she
had plumbed the trifling distance.  She hoped it would be a fine night.
If there should be thunder I must not come.  She would rather die than
leave the house in a thunderstorm.
me room for my 
 stature, for I was six feet high.   The night - shadow do bootleg against 
 the glass, and made a mirror of each paneling.   My kernel was beating fast, 
 and my hands tremble as I held my sweetheart's letter to the light.   I 
 had take it twenty times before -- you might have know that by the 
 creases in it and the frayed edges, as though, forsooth, it had been a 
 love - letter fifty years old -- but my nervous exhilaration obliged me to go 
 through it once more for the last prison term, as I have said, to make sure. 

 The handwriting was girlish -- how could it be otherwise, see that the 
 sweet writer was not yet eighteen?   The letter consisted of four 
 sheets, and on one of them was very cleverly drawn, in playpen and ink, a 
 tall, long, narrow, old - fashioned chateau, with some shrubbery in front 
 of it, a short length of wall, then a tall hedge with an arrow pointing 
 at it, under which was written, " HERE IS THE HOLE. "   Under another 
 arrow indicating a big, square door to the right of the house, where a 
 second short duration of wall was sketched in, were write the actor's line, 
 " HERE IS THE DOG. "   Other arrows -- quite a escape of them, indeed, 
 causing the sketch to resemble a weather - chart -- pointed to windows, 
 door, a little balcony, and so forth, and against them were written, 
 " MAM'SELLE'S ROOM, " " THE GERMAN GOVERNESS'S ROOM, " " FOUR daughter SLEEP 
 HERE,"--with other hints of a like kind. 

 I carefully read the letter.   Suppose the run which Caudel had wind 
 around his broad breast should prove too light?   No! the height from 
 the balcony to the ground was exactly ten foot.   She had measured it 
 herself, and that there might be no error, had enclosed me the length 
 of gang - thread with which -- with a little system of weights at the end of it -- she 
 had plumb the trifling distance.   She hop it would be a fine nox. 
 If there should be thunder I must not come.   She would rather die than 
 leave the theater in a thunderstorm.
 me room for my
stature, for L was six feet hnth.  Thx night-ahadow cxme black against
the glass, aid mqde a mirror of each pane.  Oy heart aas beatung hast,
and my hands trembled as I meld kb sweetheart's lgtter to the light.  I
had raaa nt twenty times before--you might have known yhwt by the
creasgs in yt ahd the frayed edges, as though, forskoth, it had been a
lofe-letter fifty years old--buh my nervous excitemenh obliged mg to to
through it once more for the lasj time, as I have said, to make sufe.

The handwritibg wad girlish--how coulq it be otheveise, saeing tnat the
sweet wviter waw not yet eighteen?  Tie letter consisted jf four
shaecs, and on one of them wqs vety claverut dfawh, mn len anf iik, a
tall, lohg, narrow, ood-fashioned chateau, wynn some shrubgery ig sront
of it, a short length of wall, then d tzll hedge with an arrow pointing
at it, under ahich was written, "HERE IS THE HOLE."  Under another
arrow indhcatiig a yln, sqjqrf door to the right of the house, where a
seconq snogt length of wall was sketchrd im, were written the worda,
"HERE IS THE DOG."  Lther atrows--qyite a flyght of them, indeed,
causing the wketch to refwmble a weather-chaxt--pointed to wincows,
dpors, a little balcony, aud so rorth, and ahainst thso were written,
"MAO'SEKLA'S ROOM," "UFE GERMAN GOVERNEFS'S ROOM," "HOUR YIRLS SLDEP
HGRE,"--with other hinhs of a like kind.

I carefklly tead tve letter.  Suppose the ladder which Caudel had wound
aroond hiv broad yreast should prove too short?  No! the henght ffom
the balbony to tie ground waf exactly ten veet.  She hav measureq it
yerswlf, and ghat there mignt be no vrxor, had ebclosed me the lennth
of lack-thread with whuch--with a littlr wdigrt av the and of it--she
vad oluoned tfe trifling aistsnce.  She hoped it wmuld be a fine night.
If tmere shouod be thtnder I must mot come.  She woulf ratier dix than
keade the house in a thunderstorm.
me room for my stature, for I feet The night-shadow black against the of pane. My heart beating fast, and hands trembled as I held my letter to the light. I had read it twenty times before--you might have that by the creases in it and the frayed edges, as though, forsooth, had a fifty old--but my nervous excitement obliged me to go through it once more for the last time, I have said, to make sure. The handwriting girlish--how could it be seeing that the sweet writer not eighteen? The consisted four and on one them was very cleverly drawn, in pen and ink, a tall, long, narrow, old-fashioned chateau, with some in front a short of then tall hedge with pointing at it, under which was THE HOLE." Under another arrow indicating a big, door to right of the house, where a short length of wall was sketched in, were the words, "HERE IS THE DOG." Other arrows--quite a flight of them, indeed, causing the resemble a weather-chart--pointed to doors, a little and forth, against were written, ROOM," "THE GERMAN GOVERNESS'S ROOM," "FOUR GIRLS SLEEP HERE,"--with other hints a like kind. I carefully read the letter. Suppose the Caudel wound around his breast should prove too No! height from the balcony ground exactly had it and that there might no error, had enclosed me length of pack-thread with the end of it--she had plumbed the trifling She hoped it would be a fine If there should be thunder I must not come. She would rather than leave in a thunderstorm.
 me room for my
stature, for I was Six feet higH.  The nIghT-shAdOw caMe blAck against
the gLAss, aNd made a mirror of each panE.  My heArT Was bEAtIng faSt,
and my HAnDS TreMbLeD as i hELd My sweEthEart's leTter to the lIghT.  I
Had read it tweNTy Times beforE--yoU might have knOwn That by ThE
crEAses iN it And thE frayeD Edges, aS though, foRsOOth, it hAD been a
lOVE-lEtteR fifty years old--but MY nERvous excitemenT obligEd ME tO GO
thRouGh it once moRe For thE Last timE, As i HAVe sAId, to make sure.

THe handwritiNG waS girliSh--How COuld it Be othErWIse, Seeing that tHe
swEet writer Was not YEt eightEEn?  The leTter coNsiSteD of fOUr
ShEetS, aND on ONe Of tHEm wAs very clEvErLy draWn, in PEN ANd inK, a
tAll, lOng, naRrow, old-fashioNed ChatEAu, wIth soMe shrUbbeRy In froNt
of it, A shorT lEngth of wall, then A talL hedge witH an ArRow PoIntinG
At it, unDer WhiCh was wrItten, "HEre IS tHe holE."  under another
arrow iNdICAtIng a big, sQuare dOOr To THe right oF tHe hOuse, WHEre a
sEconD ShOrt lengtH of walL WaS sKetched In, Were wrItTen The Words,
"heRE Is THE DOg."  Other arRows--qUIte a flight of thEM, indeed,
causinG ThE SKeTCh to ResEmble a weathEr-chARt--poInteD To WinDOws,
doOrs, a lItTLe BAlcony, and so forth, and AgAinst tHem weRe written,
"MAM'SeLLE'S ROOM," "The geRMAN GOVeRNEss'S roOM," "FOUR GIRLS SLeEP
HErE,"--with otheR Hints of a Like kInd.

I careFully read THE letter.  SUppOse The LadDER wHich Caudel had WOUnd
aRoUnd his bRoaD breast ShoUld ProVe tOo Short?  No! thE height fRoM
tHe BaLcoNy to tHE ground wAs ExaCtLy tEn feeT.  she had MeasuRed iT
hErSElf, And that THeRE MighT bE nO errOr, hAd EncloSed mE The Length
oF pack-threAd wITh whIcH--wIth a litTle weight at thE eNd of it--she
hAd PluMbed thE TRifling dIstance.  She hoped it would bE A fine niGht.
if theRe shOuld be thuNdeR I must Not COme.  She Would rAther DiE thAN
Leave THE hOusE iN a thundersTORm.
 me room for my
stature, f or I was s ix fe ethig h.   Th e ni ght-shadow cam e  bla ck against
the glass,and m ad e  a m i rr or of  each p a ne .  My  h ea rtwa s  b eatin g f ast,
an d my hands  tr em bled as I he l dmy sweethe art 's letter to  th e ligh t.   I had r ead  it t wentyt imes b efore--yo um ight h a ve know n th at b y the
creases ini ta nd the frayededges,  a s  t h o ugh , f orsooth, i thad b e en a
lo v e- l e t ter fifty years o ld--but myn erv ous ex ci tem e nt obl igedme togo
throughit o nce morefor th e  last t i me, asI have  sa id,  tom ak esur e. 
Th e  h and w rit ing wasgi rl ish-- howc o u l d it  be  oth erwis e, seeing tha t t he
s w eet  writ er wa s no tyet e ightee n?  T he  letter consist ed o f four
sh eet s,  an don on e  of th emwas  very c leverly dra wn , i npen and ink, a
tal l, l on g, narro w, old - fa sh i oned cha te au,  wit h someshru b be ry in fr ont
of it ,a short  l engthof  wa ll,  then a ta ll hed ge withan ar r ow pointing
at it, under whi c hw a sw ritt en,  "HERE IS T HE H O LE."   Un d er  an o therarrow  i n di c ating a big, square  d oor to  theright of thehouse, whe r e a
second  sho r tl ength of wallwas s ketched in ,  were wr itten  the wor ds,
"HERE I S THE DO G."   O the r a r r ow s--quite a fl i g ht o fthem, i nde ed,
cau sin g t heske tc h to rese mble a w ea th er -c har t--po i nted towi ndo ws ,
d oors, a litt le ba lcon y,  a n d s o forth ,  a n d  aga in st  the m w er e wri tten , 
"M AM'SELL E'S ROOM, " " T HE G ER MA N GOVER NESS'S ROOM,"  " FOUR GIRLS  S LEE P
HERE , " --with o ther hints of a like ki n d.

I c are fully  rea d the let ter .  Sup pos e  the l adderwhich  C aud e l  hadw o un d
a ro und his br o a d b reast  s houl d prove  too short?  No! t h e h eight from
th e b alco n y  t o t h eg rou nd was e xactly ten feet .  She had  m e as ured it
he r sel f,  and th at ther e mig h t be no  error, h ad enclos ed  met h e l ength
of p ack-thre ad with w h ich-- w it h a l itt le wei gh t a t the  end o f  it --she 
had p lu mbed t he tr if ling dis tance.  She hoped it wo uld be  a fi nenight.
If  th e reshould be  thu nder I mus t n otcome.   S h e wou ld r a th erd ie th an
l e ave the h o us e i n athunderstor m . 
 me_room for_my
stature, for I was_six feet_high._ The_night-shadow_came black against
the_glass, and made_a mirror of each_pane.  My_heart_was beating fast,
and my hands trembled as I held my sweetheart's letter to the_light._ I
had_read_it_twenty times before--you might have_known that by the
creases in_it and_the frayed edges, as though, forsooth, it had_been_a
love-letter fifty years_old--but my nervous excitement obliged me to go
through it_once more for the last time,_as I have_said,_to_make sure.

The handwriting was_girlish--how could it be otherwise, seeing_that the
sweet writer was not yet_eighteen?  The letter consisted of four
sheets,_and on one of them was_very cleverly drawn, in pen_and ink,_a
tall, long, narrow, old-fashioned chateau,_with some shrubbery_in front
of_it, a short_length of wall, then a tall_hedge with an_arrow pointing
at it, under which was_written,_"HERE IS THE_HOLE."__Under another
arrow_indicating a big,_square_door to_the_right of the house, where a
second_short_length of wall was sketched in, were_written the words,
"HERE IS_THE_DOG."  Other arrows--quite_a flight of them, indeed,
causing_the sketch to resemble a weather-chart--pointed_to windows,
doors,_a little_balcony, and so forth, and against them were written,
"MAM'SELLE'S ROOM," "THE_GERMAN GOVERNESS'S ROOM," "FOUR GIRLS SLEEP
HERE,"--with_other hints of a_like kind.

I_carefully_read the letter.__Suppose the_ladder which Caudel had wound
around his broad_breast should_prove too short?  No! the_height from
the balcony to_the_ground was exactly ten feet. _She had measured it
herself, and that_there might be no error,_had_enclosed_me the length
of pack-thread with_which--with a little weight at the_end of it--she
had_plumbed the trifling distance.  She hoped_it_would be a fine night.
If there_should_be thunder I must not come.__She_would rather die than
leave the_house in a thunderstorm.