and we have such delectable
breakfasts of crisp little rolls and Swiss honey
and very weak and hot-milky _cafe au lait_. I
don't believe Miss Winter will let us have honey
every day, but mamma doesn't mind. I think she
gives orders for a very small dish of it, because
Ada and I have requested more until we are
disheartened. Mamma says that while we run up so
many hillsides here we may eat what we please. Oh,
and one thing more: no end of dry little mountain
strawberries, sometimes they taste like
strawberries and sometimes they don't; but this is
enough about what one eats in Interlaken. I have
filled my four pages and Ada is calling me to
walk. We are going on with our botany. Are you? I
send a better edelweiss which I plucked myself. I
must let Ada tell you next time about that day.
She is the best at a description, but I love you
more than ever and I am always your fond and
faithful

BESSIE DUNCAN.

P. S. I forgot to say that Ada has made such
clever sketches. Papa says that they quite
surprise him, and we just long to show them to
Miss Winter. There is one of a little girl whom we
saw making lace at Lauterbrunnen. The Drummonds of
Park Lane drove by us yesterday; we couldn't hear
the name of their hotel, though they called it
out, but we are sure to find them. They looked,
however, as if they were on a journey, the
carriage was so dusty. It was so nice to see the
girls again.

IX.

BETTY'S REFLECTIONS.

AS Betty shut the gate behind her one day and walked down the main
street of Tideshead she felt more than ever as if the past four years
had been a dream, and as if she were exactly the same girl who had paid
that last visit when she was eleven years old. Yet she seemed to herself
to have clearer eyes than before; her years of travel had taught her to
observe, the best gift that traveling can bestow. She saw new beauties
in the gardens and the queer-shaped porches over the front doors, and
noticed particularly the cupolas of one or two barns that were clear and
sharp in their good outlines. More than all, she was astonished at the
beauty of the old trees. Tide