She had learned, the evening
before, that there was a mail box just across the street, and she now
picked up the letter, and made her way down to the lower hall. The
door stood wide open, only the screen door was fastened.
The maid, a few moments before, had opened the door that the fresh air
might pass through the hall. Sprite slipped out into the garden, her
letter in her hand.
She ran a short distance, then as the sunlight touched the glowing
blossoms, she paused and looked about her.
Oh, what a fairy world it was! Her home at the shore had been placed
on a broad stretch of sand, and only a few of the residences at
Cliffmore boasted a flower, or tree on its grounds.
Now, with the garden gay with geraniums, tall gladioli, dahlias, and
scarlet salvia, she looked in amazement and delight at the riot of
color.
"Oh, how beautiful it is here!" she said.
Suddenly she remembered her precious letter.
She ran across the street, and slipped it in the box.
"There you go, and you'll tell the two dearest people in the world
that I got here safely, and that everyone was dear to me.
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