'GOD'S PEACE' S25
7tl> OF SEPTEMBER.
WHY don't I tell her that I love her ? Is it xrX through fear that it would make her sad or displease her ? It is certainly not that. From a thousand tiny things she must have understood how dear and precious she is to me. Every day she sees, without my telling her, how my love is growing in strength. She watches it with smiles in her eyes and blushing roses in her cheeks.
I do not speak because I hardly dare to disturb our souls' meeting in this time of trusting stillness. Because I feel as if we sat hand in hand listening to a murmuring song across the waters on a summer evening.
THE END OP SEPTEMBER.
IT is the time of the fruit harvest. The work xx goes apace busily and merrily in the miller's garden.
Amongst the workmen, on the lawn under all the heavily-laden trees, the miller sits in his easy-chair directing the work in spite of his blindness. He knows all the trees in the garden, and points them out in the order in which they have to be taken ; he tells how the fruit of each tree has to be picked, and receives the baskets as they are filled, examining and valuing the contents.
Greta superintends the picking, for which several men and girls have been hired ; she herself takes part in the work and has pressed me into the ser- vice. She and I look after the finest fruit, which grows on glass-covered walls, and which has to be
