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This I dispatched by the hand of Darius, and in the course of half an hour he returned with Miss Berrith’s answer.
“Dear Mr. Sands:
“Yes, let bygones be bygones. Your simile of the baby and the moon seems to fit the case to a nicety, and suggests to me that the luminary in question, having as much as she can attend to with the tide, had best leave the untied alone in the solitude which he craves. Did I ‘trample’ on you? I’m sorry, but I’m glad it did you good.
“And so, good-bye. “Susie Berrith.”“‘Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints in the Sands!’
It was a bright note enough, but I thought it heartless.
So I am ready to conclude. My absurd proposal for the hand of Miss Berrith is not
