As I write this, the great bell of the Duomo, once the Pieve, is sounding in my ears, and the magnificent frescoes of Fra Filippo seem still before my eyes. Across the Piazza I see the house which Filippo bought, and in which the baby Filippino was born.

With all the known facts before me, I have woven my story; supplying the motives and details through much reading of contemporary writings, some experience of human life, an intimate knowledge of Catholics, and a close study of Fra Filippo’s paintings.

A J. Anderson.

Prato,

April 10, 1908.