“You will be pleased to hear,” Veronica wrote, “that we are all quite well. Robin works very hard. But I think it does her good. And of course I help her. All I can. I am glad she has got a boy. To do the washing-up. I think that was too much for her. It used to make her cross. One cannot blame her. It is trying work. And it makes you mucky. He is a good boy. But has been neglected. So doesn’t know much. I am teaching him grammar. He says ‘you was’ and ‘her be.’ But is getting better. He says he went to school. But they couldn’t have taken any trouble with him. Could they? The system, I suppose, was rotten. Robina says I mustn’t overdo it. Because you want him to talk Berkshire. So I propose confining our attention to the elementary rules. He had never heard of Robinson Crusoe. What a life! We went to church on Sunday. I could not find my gloves. And Robina was waxy. But Mr. St. Leonard came without his trousers. Which was worse. We found them in the evening. The little boy that blew up our stove was there with his mother. But I didn’t speak to her. He’s got a doom. That’s what made him blow it up. He couldn’t help it. So you see it wasn’t my fault. After all. His grandfather was blown up. And he’s going to be blown up again. Later on. But he is very brave. And is going to make a will. I like all the St. Leonards very much. We went there to tea on Sunday. And Mr. St. Leonard said I was bright. I think Miss Janie very beautiful. And so does Dick. She makes me think of angels. So she does Dick. And he says she is so kind to her little brothers and sisters. It is a good sign. I think she ought to marry Dick. It would steady him. He works very hard. But I think it does him good. We have breakfast at seven. And I lay the table. It is very beautiful in the morning. When you are once up. Mrs. St. Leonard has twins. They are a great anxiety to her. But she would not part from them. She has had much trouble. And is sometimes very sad. I like the girl best. Her name is Winnie. She is more like a boy. His name is Wilfrid. But sometimes they change clothes. Then you’re done. They are only nearly seven. But they know a lot. They are going to teach me swimming. Is it not kind of them? The two older boys are at home for their holidays. But they give themselves a lot of airs. And they called me a flapper. I told him he’d be sorry. When he was a man. Because perhaps I’d grow up beautiful. And then he’d fall in love with me. But he said he wouldn’t. So I let him see what I thought of him. The little girl is very nice. She is about my own age. Her name is Sally. We are going to write a play. But we sha’n’t let Bertie act in it. Unless he turns over a new leaf. I’m going to be a princess that doesn’t know it. But only feels it. And she’s going to be a wicked witch. What wants me to marry her son. What’s a sight. But I won’t, because I’d rather die first.