But that can't be helped.

I must be untidy _somewhere_; and it is best in my own den! Again I find my letter so long that I must cut it off now and go on again to-night.

So this must go as it stands.

I shall not cause you to wait to hear all I can tell you about our new home.
Your loving RUPERT.
_From Rupert Sent Leger_, _Vissarion_, _to Janet MacKelpie_, _Croom_.
_January_ 29, 1907.
MY DEAR AUNT JANET, My den looks out, as I told you in my last letter, on the garden, or, to speak more accurately, on _one_ of the gardens, for there are acres of them.

This is the old one, which must be almost as old as the Castle itself, for it was within the defences in the old days of bows.