To the parson life is the prosecution of a work he deems all-important,
and which he carries on with the knowledge that there is always a helping
hand lovingly to uphold his own. And yet I admire his wife still more
deeply, for she looks like a queen who loves her exile, because the king
is with her.

We went into the house in which Dick found shelter. The men were away
fishing, of course, but two women were there, with their fair share of
the children who swarm in the Cove. At once aprons were produced for the
polishing of the two rough chairs of the establishment.

"We has some merlasses now," one of the women told me, proudly. "Th'
little bye he be allers a puttin' some on bread an' leavin' it on th'
cheers."

Daddy is calling me, so good by for the present. I am so glad the people
of Sweetapple Cove interest you.

Lovingly,
HELEN.




CHAPTER IX

_From Miss Helen Jelliffe to Miss Jane Van Zandt_


_Dearest Auntie_: