greatest comfort. For me, I try to keep all the rest rather carefully,
and let the second and fourth take care of themselves.

Cold quite gone; now it's your turn, Susie. I've got a love letter in
Chinese, and can't read it!

* * * * *

WINDSOR CASTLE,
_2d January, 1878_.

I'm horribly sulky this morning, for I expected to have a room with a
view, if the room was ever so little, and I've got a great big one
looking into the Castle yard, and I feel exactly as if I was in a big
modern county jail with beautiful turrets of modern Gothic.

I came to see Prince Leopold, who has been a prisoner to his sofa
lately, but I trust he is better; he is very bright and gentle, under
severe and almost continual pain. My dear little Susie, about that
rheumatism of yours? If it wasn't for that, how happy we both ought to
be, living in Thwaites and woods, instead of nasty castles! Well,
about that Shakespeare guide? I cannot, cannot, at all fancy what it
is. In and out among the stars; it sounds like a plan for stringing
the stars. I am so very glad you told me of it.

"Unwritten books in my brain?" Yes, but also in how many other brains
of quiet people, books unthought of, "In the Book and Volume" which
will be read some day in Heaven, aloud, "When saw we thee?" Yes, and
"When _read_ we ourselves?"

My dear Susie, if I were to think really _lost_, what you for instance
have new found in your own powers of receiving and giving pleasure,
the beautiful faculties you have, scarcely venturing even to show the
consciousness of them, when it awakes in you, what a woeful conception
I should have of God's not caring for us. He will gather all the wheat
into His garner.

* * * * *

INGLETON, _17th January_ (1878).

It's a charming post here, and brings me my letters the first thing in
the morning; and I took care to tell nobody where I was going, except
people I wanted to hear from. What a little busy bee of a Susie you've
been to get all those extracts ready by this time. I've got nothing
done all the while I've been away, but a few mathematical figures,
and the less I do the less I find I can do it; and yesterday, for the
first time these twenty years at least, I hadn't so much as a "plan"
in my head all day. But I had a lot to look at in the moorland flowers
and quiet little anc