sleeping under the same night sky. We rarely corresponded, and when we did it was always extre- mely polite and impersonal; but I felt as if he was in my life, and I in his. I felt it because I knew, when I looked at a paint- jng i i i , read a book, observed a rare bird or s d delicate flower, that he would have looked at it in exactly the way I did; our hearts, our minds, were so