When Margery was eight months old she was taught to call me "Uncle." I must suppose that at this time I was always giving her things--things she really wanted, such as bootlaces, the best china, evening papers, and so on--which had been withheld by those in authority. Later on these persons came round to my way of thinking, and gave her--if not the best china, at any rate cake and bread-and-butter. Naturally, their offerings, being appreciated at last, were greeted with the familiar cry of "Uncle." "No, dear, not 'Uncle,'--'Thank-you'" came the correction.) I DEAR THANKYOU,--I've some wonderful news for you! Guess what it is, but no, you never will. Well, I'll tell you. _I can walk!_ Really and really. It is most awfully interesting. You put one foot out to the right, and then you bring the left after it. That's one walk, and I have done seven altogether. You have to keep your hands out in front of you, so as to balance properly. That's all the rules--the rest is just knack. I got it quite suddenly yesterday. It is such fun; I wake up about five every morning now, thinking of it. Of course, I fall down now and then. You see, I'm only beginning. When I fall, mother comes and picks me up. That reminds me. I don't want you to call me "baby" any more, now I can walk. Babies can't walk, they just get carried about and put in perambulators. I was given a lot of names a long time ago, but I forget what they were. I think one was something rather silly, like Margery, but I have never had it used lately. Mother always calls me O.D. now. Good-bye. Write directly you get this. Your loving O.D. II MY DEAR O.D.,--I was so glad to get your letter, because I was just going to write to you. What do you think? No, you'll never guess--shall I tell you?--no--yes--no; well, I've bought a pianola! It's really rather difficult to play it properly. I know people like Paderewski and--I can only think of Paderewski for the moment--I know that sort of person doesn't think much of the pianola artist; but they are quite wrong about it all. The mechanical agility with the fingers is nothing, the soul is everything. Now you can get the soul, the _con molto expressione_ feeling, just as well in the pianola as in the piano. Of course you have to keep a sharp eye on the music. Some people roll it off just like a barrel-organ; but when I see _Allegro_ or _Andante_ or anything of that kind on the score, I'm on it like a bird. No time for more now, as I've just got a new lot of music in. Your loving THANKYOU P.S.--When are you coming to hear me play? I did "Mumbling Mose" just now, with one hand and lots of soul. (Signed) PADEREWSKI P.P.S.--I am glad you can walk. III