o　John；〃　and　suddenly　I　found　myself　crying！　　I　had　to　snatch　up　the　earnest　orphan　and　hug　her　hard；　with　my　head　buried　in　her　shoulder；　to　keep　them　all　from　seeing。
  John　Anderson；　my　jo　John；　　　　　　　　　　　　We　clamb　the　hill　thegither；　　　　　　　　　　　　And　monie　a　canty　day；　John；　　　　　　　　　　　　We've　had　wi'　ane　anither；　　　　　　　　　　　　Now　we　maun　totter　down；　John；　　　　　　　　　　　　But　hand　in　hand　we'll　go；　　　　　　　　　　　　And　sleep　thegither　at　the　foot；　　　　　　　　　　　　John　Anderson；　my　jo。
  I　wonder；　when　we　are　old　and　bent　and　tottery；　can　you　and　I　look　back；　with　no　regrets；　on　monie　a　canty　day　we've　had　wi'　ane　anither？　　It's　nice　to　look　forward　to；　isn't　ita　life　of　work　and　play　and　little　daily　adventures　side　by　side　with　somebody　you　love？　　I'm　not　afraid　of　the　future　any　more。　　I　don't　mind　growing　old　with　you；　Sandy。　　〃Time　is　but　the　stream　I　go　a…fishing　in。〃
  The　reason　I've　grown　to　love　these　orphans　is　because　they　need　me　so；　and　that's　the　reasonat　least　one　of　the　reasons　I've　grown　to　love　you。　　You're　a　pathetic　figure　of　a　man；　my　dear；　and　since　you　won't　make　yourself　comfortable；　you　must　be　MADE　comfortable。
  We'll　build　a　house　on　the　hillside　just　beyond　the　asylum　how　does　a　yellow　Italian　villa　strike　you；　or　preferably　a　pink　one？　　Anyway；　it　won't　be　green。　　And　it　won't　have　a　mansard　roof。　　And　we'll　have　a　big　cheerful　living　room；　all　fireplace　and　windows　and　view；　and　no　McGURK。　　Poor　old　thing！　won't　she　be　in　a　temper　and　cook　you　a　dreadful　dinner　when　she　hears　the　news！　　But　we　won't　tell　her　for　a　long；　long　timeor　anybody　else。　　It's　too　scandalous　a　proceeding　right　on　top　of　my　own　broken　engagement。　　I　wrote　to　Judy　last　night；　and　with　unprecedented　self…control　I　never　let　fall　so　much　as　a　hint。　　I'm　growing　Scotch　mysel'！
  Perhaps　I　didn't　tell　you　the　exact　truth；　Sandy；　when　I　said　I　hadn't　known　how　much　I　cared。　　I　think　it　came　to　me　the　night　the　John　Grier　burned。　　When　you　were　up　under　that　blazing　roof；　and　for　the　half　hour　that　followed；　when　we　didn't　know　whether　or　not　you　would　live；　I　can't　tell　you　what　agonies　I　went　through。　　It　seemed　to　me；　if　you　did　go；　that　I　would　never　get　over　it　all　my　life；　that　somehow　to　have　let　the　best　friend　I　ever　had　pass　away　with　a　dreadful　chasm　of　misunderstanding　between　uswellI　couldn't　wait　for　the　moment　when　I　should　be　allowed　to　see　you　and　talk　out　all　that　I　have　been　shutting　inside　me　for　five　months。　　And　thenyou　know　that　you　gave　strict　orders　to　keep　me　out；　and　it　hurt　me　dreadfully。　　How　should　I　suspect　that　you　really　wanted　to　see　me　more　than　any　of　the　others；　and　that　it　was　just　that　terrible　Scotch　moral　sense　that　was　holding　you　back？　　You　are　a　very　good　actor；　Sandy。　　But；　my　dear；　if　ever　in　our　lives　again　we　have　the　tiniest　little　cloud　of　a　misunderstanding；　let's　promise　not　to　shut　it　up　inside　ourselves；　but　to　TALK。
  Last　night；　after　they　all　got　off；early；　I　am　pleased　to　say；　since　the　chicks　no　longer　live　at　home；I　came　upstairs　and　finished　my　letter　to　Judy；　and　then　I　looked　at　the　telephone　and　struggled　with　temptation。　　I　wanted　to　call　up　505　and　say　good　night　to　you。　　But　I　didn't　dare。　　I'm　still　quite　respectably　bashful！　　So；　as　the　next　best　thing　to　talking　with　you；　I　got　out　Burns　and　read　him　for　an　hour。　　I　dropped　asleep　with　all　those　Scotch　love　songs　running　in　my　head；　and　here　I　am　at　daybreak　writing　them　to　you。
  Good…by；　Robin　lad；　I　lo'e　you　weel。
  SALLIE。
  The　End