My dear Cornelia:

You and I have discovered many little differences of
opinion; but we have always had so much in common, so
many tastes and quite elementary convictions, that, years
and years ago, I tried to persuade you that we ought to
take a stand together. On that point we failed to reach an
agreement; and which of us was right is a question that
you have never since been willing to debate with me.

There is another point, however, which I have long de-
sired to discuss with you: that is our common liking for
dedicated things. I wish to dedicate this little book to you--
my share in it. The task embarrasses me; for, wherever in
these pages I find anything that seems to me blithe or
charming or wise, instantly I recognize that it is not mine
but yours. Here then, in justice, I restore to you these
feebly recorded memories of our walks and talks in sun-
light and moonlight.

While I am confessing, I will tell you what perhaps I
haven't mentioned before, that it was Mr. M. A De
Wolfe Howe who urged me to draw you into our conversa-
tion on religion. And I really ought to mention Mr.
Ellery Sedgwick; but, the fact is, I have been just a bit
jealous of him since he sent that telegram -- I showed it to
you, did I not? -- shortly after he made your acquaintance,
saying, "I am desperately in love with Cornelia."

Of course I don't mind your being admired, afar off,
by anyone who pleases, no matter how dangerous he may
be at close range; but this page, you must understand,
exists only to record that I am

Ever faithfully yours,
S.

Santo Espiritu, Midsummer, 1924

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