...  Tell the dear Mother, please, that I got dissatisfied with my story, and recast it and began again—­and got on awfully well, and was very well satisfied with it.  But Rex read what was done and doesn’t care for it a bit—­in fact quite the reverse, which has rather upset my hopes.  However, he says he cannot properly judge till it is finished, so I am going to finish it off, and if he likes it better then, I shall send it next mail.  It is a regular child’s story—­about Toys—­not at all sentimental—­in fact meant to be amusing; but as Rex read it with a face for a funeral, I don’t know how it will be.  I don’t somehow think the idea is bad.  It is (roughly) this:  A pickle of a boy with a very long-suffering sister (I hope you won’t object to her being called Dot.  You know it’s a very common pet name, and it “shooted” so well) gets all her toys and his own and makes an “earthquake of Lisbon” in which they are all smashed.  From which a friend tells them the story of a dream she is supposed to have had (but I flattered myself the dream was rather neatly done up) of getting into fairyland to the Land of Lost Toys—­where she meets all her old toys that she destroyed in her youth.  Here she is shown in a kind of vision Dutch and German people making these toys with much pains and industry, and is given a lot of material and set to do the like.  Failing this she is condemned to suffer what she inflicted on the toys, each one passing its verdict upon her.  Eventually a doll (MY Rosa!!!!) that she had treated very well rescues her, and the story reverts to the sister and brother, who takes to amusing himself by establishing himself as toy-mender to the establishment, instead of cultivating his bump of destructiveness.  I sketch the idea because (if the present story fails) if you think the idea good I would try to recast it again.  If I send it as it is, it is pretty sure to come by the Halifax mail next week....  I do miss poor dear old Dr. Fisher, so!  I very much wanted some statistics about toy-making.  You never read anything about the making of common Dutch toys did you?...

Fredericton, December 8, 1868.

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Tell Mother I think she ought to get Henry Kingsley to write for Aunt Judy’s Magazine.  The children and the dogs in his novels are the best part of them.  They are utterly first rate!  I am sure he would make a hit with a child and dog story.

I told you that Bishop Ewing had written me such a charming letter, and sent me a sermon of his?  This mail he sent us a number of the Scottish Witness with “Jerusalem the Golden” in Gaelic in it....

To MRS. GATTY.

Fredericton, N.B.

Easter Monday, 1869,

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