LII[1]
November 21st, 1902.
THREE of the four shelves of our book-case are plump full of books; the fourth we keep free for photographs and other souvenirs, so that we have all of our friends before us. You are between Mamma and Brother Kartono. A little further away is Dr. Adriana, the learned man who is such a friend of humanity. Then comes a charming little creature, a pure, fresh, unspoiled flower of nature, whom we love very much. Papa, too, has a place of honour. You are in good company truly. And we have you with us—every day; in fact, the day has not begun for us until we have seen our friends and looked into their dear, true faces.
We have an idea that we shall see you just once, and that the meeting will be brief. A meeting—a brief greeting and then a — parting; all in a few moments of time. We shall catch, as it were, a glimpse of one another, and then vanish for ever — each from the other's ken. It is silly, but we have this idea and are not able to get it out of our heads. But why do we yearn for the personal, bodily meeting when the spiritual meeting is so pleasant? We ought not to need anything more — is not the spiritual the best in us? ··········
What do you think of the Japaraesque fire-screen? It is splendid, is it not? Hail to all noble friends of Java, who brought the art of her
- ↑ To Heer E. C. Abendanon.
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