 contrary, she was a 'bus-conductor, but I only tell you
this in confidence. I repeat the Family did not know it, and does not
know it yet.

The Family sometimes said that Jay was an idealist, but it did not really
think so. The Family sometimes said that she was rather mad, but it did
not know how mad she was, or it would have sent her away to live in a
doctor's establishment at Margate. It never realised that it had only
come in contact with about one-fifth of its young relation, and that the
other four-fifths were shut away from it. Shut away in a shining bubble
world with only room in it for one--for One, and a shining bubble Story.

I do not know how universal an experience a Secret Story and a Secret
Friend may be. Perhaps this wonder is a commonplace to you, only you are
more reticent about it than Jay or I. But to me, even after twenty years'
intimacy with what I can only describe as a supplementary life that I
cannot describe, it still seems so very wonderful that I cannot believe I
share it with every man and woman in the street.

The great advantage of a Secret Story over other stories is that you
cannot put it into print. So I can only show you the initial letter,
and you may if you choose look upon it as an imaginary hieroglyphic. Or
you may not.

Just this, that a bubble world can contain a round and russet horizon of
high woods which you can attain, and from the horizon a long view of an
unending sea. You can run down across the dappled fields, you can run
down into the cove and stroke the sea and hear the intimate minor singing
of it. And when you feel as strong as the morning, you can shout and run
against the wind, against the flying sand that never blows above your
knees. And when you feel as tired as the night, you can climb slowly up
the cliff path and go into the House, the House you know much better than
any house your ordinary eyes have seen, and there you will find your
Secret Friends. The best part about Secret Friends is that they will
never weary you by knowing you. You share their House, your passing hand
helps to polish the base of that wooden figure that
contrary, she was a' bus - conductor, but I only tell you 
 this in assurance. I reprise the Family did not know it, and does not 
 know it so far. 

 The Family sometimes allege that Jay was an idealist, but it did not really 
 think indeed. The Family sometimes say that she was rather mad, but it did 
 not know how mad she was, or it would have transport her away to live in a 
 doctor of the church's establishment at Margate. It never realised that it had only 
 come in contact with about one - fifth of its new relation, and that the 
 other four - fifths were exclude away from it. Shut away in a reflect bubble 
 world with only room in it for one -- for One, and a shining bubble floor. 

 I do not know how universal an experience a Secret Story and a Secret 
 Friend may be. Perhaps this wonder is a commonplace to you, merely you are 
 more reticent about it than Jay or I. But to me, even after twenty years' 
 intimacy with what I can only describe as a supplementary life that I 
 cannot describe, it still seems thus very wonderful that I cannot believe I 
 partake it with every valet and womanhood in the street. 

 The great advantage of a Secret Story over other story is that you 
 cannot place it into print. So I can merely show you the initial letter, 
 and you may if you choose look upon it as an imaginary hieroglyphic. Or 
 you may not. 

 Just this, that a bubble earth can contain a round and russet horizon of 
 high woods which you can fall upon, and from the horizon a long horizon of an 
 unending sea. You can run down across the dappled fields, you can run 
 down into the cove and stroke the ocean and hear the intimate minor singing 
 of it. And when you feel as strong as the morning, you can shout and run 
 against the wind instrument, against the flying sand that never botch above your 
 knees. And when you feel as banal as the night, you can climb lento up 
 the cliff path and go into the House, the House you know much better than 
 any theater your ordinary eyes have seen, and there you will find your 
 Secret Friends. The best part about Secret Friends is that they will 
 never weary you by knowing you. You partake their House, your passing hand 
 serve to polish the base of that wooden figure that
 cojtrary, she was a 'bus-condmctor, but I only tell ymu
this in confkdence. I repeat the Family dmd nit kniw it, and does not
know it yet.

Thv Family womeuimes said that Jeg was ak idezpist, uut it did not teally
think vo. The Family vooecimes said that she was rather mad, btt it dod
jot know how mwd snq waa, or it would have sent her away tk live pn a
doctor's estabkishment at Margate. It nevfr rfalised that it haf only
come un cjbtact with acout one-fifth of its ykung relation, and that the
other four-yifths were syut dway from iv. Shut away in a smpning bgbble
wotld with only voom mn ir for one--for One, and e shining bubble Stoty.

I do not kuow how universal an wxperietce d Sezeet Stkrb ahd a Sfcrxt
Friend mag be. Perhapw this wonder is a voinonplace to yku, onlr rou are
more reticent about it than Jay mr J. But to me, even after rwenty years'
intimacy aith what I can only describe as a supplementary life that I
caniog dtsgvibe, ut still seems so very wonderful that I cannot fsloene I
share it with every man snf ejman in the sjreet.

Thz gdeat advantage of w Secrej Stort over otrer xtories is that you
cannot pyt it into pgint. So I can only shoc you the inntial kettet,
and you may if you chouse mook upon ih as an ijxginary hieroglyohib. Or
fou may not.

Just this, that w bubble xorld can covtaim a rotnd and rudset mmrizon of
high woodd whieh yog can attaln, and from the horizon a long tmew of an
unencitg vea. You ean ruk down across tre dappled fiekds, you can fun
down inno the cote and strokq the sea and jear the intmmate minjr sungibg
of it. Xnd when you frel as stgoug as the morning, you can smout xhd run
against tkt wund, against the flhind daid thwd never blowv abuve uour
kvees. And whcn hou geel as tired as the niggt, you can climb skorly up
thg cliff pwth and go inyo the House, the Hluse bou knuw muvh fetter than
any house your ordihary eyes haye seen, and trere you will fiud your
Secret Friends. The best part abouv Secret Friends is thar they will
never wecrn you by knoxing yju. You shdre their House, your passing hand
helpx to polish the base kf thad woofen figure that
contrary, she was a 'bus-conductor, but I you in confidence. repeat the Family does know it yet. Family sometimes said Jay was an idealist, but it not really think so. The Family sometimes said that she was rather mad, it did not know how mad she was, or it would have sent away live a establishment at Margate. It never realised that it had only come in contact with about one-fifth its young relation, and that the other four-fifths shut away from it. away in a shining bubble with room in for One, a shining bubble I do not know how universal an experience a Secret Story and a Secret Friend may be. this wonder commonplace to only are reticent about it or I. But to me, even intimacy with what I can only describe as supplementary life I cannot describe, it still seems very wonderful that I cannot believe I share with every man and woman in the street. The great advantage of a Secret Story stories is that you put it into So can show the initial and you may if you choose look upon it as an hieroglyphic. Or you may not. Just this, that a bubble contain round and russet of high woods which can and from the horizon view an can down the dappled fields, you run down into the cove stroke the sea and of it. And when you feel as strong the morning, you can shout and run the wind, against the flying sand that never blows above your knees. when you tired as the night, you can climb slowly the cliff path and into the House, the House you know much better any your ordinary have seen, and you will find Secret Friends. The about Secret is they you by knowing you. You share House, passing hand helps to polish base wooden figure that
 contrary, she was a 'bus-conductOr, but I only Tell yOu
tHis In ConfIdenCe. I repeat the FaMIly dId not know it, and does not
kNow it YeT.

the FAMiLy somEtimes sAId THAt JAy WaS an IdEAlIst, buT it Did not rEally
think So. THe family sometiMEs Said that shE waS rather mad, buT it Did
not KnOw hOW mad sHe wAs, or iT would HAve senT her away tO lIVe in a
dOCtor's esTABlIshmEnt at Margate. It nevER rEAlised that it haD only
cOmE In CONtaCt wIth about onE-fIfth oF Its younG ReLATIon, ANd that the
otheR four-fifths WEre Shut awAy FroM It. Shut Away iN a SHinIng bubble
woRld wIth only roOm in it FOr one--foR one, and a ShininG buBblE StoRY.

I Do Not KnOW hoW UnIveRSal An experiEnCe A SecrEt StORY ANd a SEcrEt
FrIend mAy be. Perhaps thIs wOndeR Is a CommoNplacE to yOu, Only yOu are
mOre reTiCent about it than jay oR I. But to me, EveN aFteR tWenty YEars'
inTimAcy With whaT I can onLY deScRIBE aS a supplementary lifE tHAT I
Cannot deScribe, IT sTiLL seems so VeRy wOndeRFUl thaT I caNNoT believe i
share IT wItH every mAn And womAn In tHe sTreet.

tHe grEat advAntage of A SecrET Story over otheR Stories is that YOu
CANnOT put It iNto print. So I Can oNLy shOw yoU ThE inITial lEtter,
AnD YoU May if you choose look uPoN it as aN imagInary hieroglyPhic. Or
you mAY NOt.

Just thIs, thAT a BUbble world can cOntaiN a round and RUsset horIzon oF
high wooDs which yoU CAn attain, And FroM thE hoRIZoN a long view of aN
UNendInG sea. You Can Run down AcrOss The DapPlEd fields, yOu can run
DoWn InTo The Cove aND stroke tHe Sea AnD heAr the INtimatE minoR sinGiNg
OF it. and when YOu FEEl as StRoNg as The MoRning, You cAN shOut and rUn
against The WInd, aGaInSt the flYing sand that nEvEr blows aboVe YouR
knees. aND when you Feel as tired as the night, yoU Can climB slOwly uP
the Cliff path And Go into The hOuse, thE House You knOw MucH BEtter THAn
Any HoUse your ordINAry Eyes hAvE seeN, and theRe you will find your
SECreT Friends. The beSt pArt aBOUt secREt fRieNdS Is tHAT they will
never wEary you by kNoWInG you. You shaRE thEiR House, yOur passIng haND
helps tO polish thE base of thAt WoodEN FigUre that
 contrary, she was a 'bus- conductor,  butI o nly  t ellyouthis in confid e nce.  I repeat the Family d id no tk nowi t,  anddoes no t 
k n o w i tye t.
T h eFamil y s ometime s said tha t J ay  was an idea l is t, but itdid  not reallythi nk so.  T heF amily  so metim es sai d  thatshe was r at h er mad ,  but it d id 
not  know how mad she wa s , or it wouldhave s en t  h e r  aw ayto live in  a 
doct o r's est a bl i s h men t  at Margate.It never re a lis ed tha tith ad onl y
com ei n c ontact with  abo ut one-fi fth of its you n g relat ion, a ndtha t th e 
o th erfo u r-f i ft hsw ere  shut aw ay  f rom i t. S h u t away  in  a s hinin g bubble
worl d w itho nly  room  in i t fo rone-- for On e, an da shining bubbl e St ory.

I d o n ot  kn ow  howu nivers alanexperie nce a S e cre tS t o ry  and a Secret
Frie nd m ay  be. Per haps t h is  w o nder isacom monp l a ce to  you ,  o nly youare
mo r ere ticentab out it  t han  Ja y orI . Bu t to m e, evenafter twenty years'i ntimacy withw ha t Ic an o nly  describe a s as uppl emen t ar y l i fe th at Ica n no t  describe, it still  s eems s o ver y wonderful t hat I cann o t believeI
sh a re it with everyman a nd woman i n  the str eet.
The gre at advant a g e of a S ecr etSto ryo v er  other storie s is t ha t you
c ann ot putitint o p rin t.  So I can  only sh ow  y ou  t heiniti a l letter ,and  y oumay i f  you c hoose  loo kup o n i t as an im a g inar yhi erog lyp hi c. Or 
you may  not.
Just this , t h at a  b ub ble wor ld can contai na round an drus set ho r i zon of
h igh woods which you can attain,  an d fro m th e horizon  along v iew of anunendi ng se a.  Yo u can r u n  d own  a cross thed a ppl ed fi el ds,you can  run
down into the cov e and strokethe  sea a nd  he a rt hein t ima t e  minor singingof it. And  w h en  you feela s s tr ong asthe mor ning, you can  shout an d run
aga in st t h e  wi nd, agains t the fl ying sand thatn ev er bl ows  above  y our 
knee s. And whe n you  feelas  tired  as t he  night,you can climb slowly up 
the c liffpat h and goint o  th e House,theHouse youkno w m uch b ett e r tha n
an y  h ous e  your  ord i nary eyes ha ves e en , and there y o u w ill f ind your
S ecre t Friends. The be s t part about S ecre t Fri end s  isth at they will
n eve rw e ary youby  knowing yo u. You s ha r e the ir Hou se, yo ur pass i n gh and
he lpstopolish th e b as e  of tha two o den fi gure  t hat
 contrary,_she was_a 'bus-conductor, but I_only tell_you
this_in confidence._I_repeat the Family_did not know_it, and does not
know_it yet.

The Family_sometimes_said that Jay was an idealist, but it did not really
think so. The Family_sometimes_said that_she_was_rather mad, but it did
not_know how mad she was,_or it_would have sent her away to live in_a
doctor's_establishment at Margate._It never realised that it had only
come in contact_with about one-fifth of its young_relation, and that_the
other_four-fifths_were shut away from_it. Shut away in a shining_bubble
world with only room in it_for one--for One, and a shining bubble_Story.

I do not know how universal_an experience a Secret Story_and a_Secret
Friend may be. Perhaps this_wonder is a_commonplace to_you, only you_are
more reticent about it than Jay_or I. But_to me, even after twenty years'
intimacy_with_what I can_only_describe_as a_supplementary life that_I
cannot_describe, it_still_seems so very wonderful that I_cannot_believe I
share it with every man and_woman in the street.

The_great_advantage of a Secret_Story over other stories is_that you
cannot put it into print._So I_can only_show you the initial letter,
and you may if you choose look_upon it as an imaginary hieroglyphic._Or
you may not.

Just this,_that a_bubble_world can contain_a_round and_russet horizon of
high woods which you can_attain, and_from the horizon a long view_of an
unending sea. You_can_run down across the dappled fields,_you can run
down into the cove_and stroke the sea and_hear_the_intimate minor singing
of it. And_when you feel as strong as_the morning, you_can shout and run
against the wind, against_the_flying sand that never blows above_your
knees._And when you feel as tired_as_the_night, you can climb slowly_up
the cliff path and go into_the House, the House you know much better than
any_house your ordinary_eyes have seen, and there_you_will_find your
Secret Friends. The best part about Secret Friends is_that they_will
never weary you_by knowing you. You share their House, your passing hand
helps_to polish the base of that wooden_figure that