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York Harbor, Sept. 15, 1912.

Dear Miss Wyatt: Ever since I read your generous words about my work in the North American Review, I have been holding back my gratitude with both hands, loth to let it go to you, lest it should lose in going some sense of the very great kindness I felt you had done me, and come faint and halt to your feet. The kindness was so unexpected, so preciously surprising; and I couldn't understand yet what moved you to it. You said things of me that I could have wished said above all others, and so intimately desired that I wonder still whether I have not rather