There were three of us to each girl, and it was most exciting, with stones flying and windows crashing and cheers and groans.

A political meeting or election at home is an afternoon tea to the English ones.

When we came back the soldiers were leaving the Park to stop the row, and as we flew past, the tenants ran to the gate and cheered for the Tory victory in "good old lopes." When we got to the house the servants ran cheering all over the shop and rang the alarm bell and built fires, and we had a supper at one-fifteen.

What they will do on the night of Cust's election, I cannot imagine-- burn the house down probably.
Cushing and I enjoy it immensely.

We know them well enough now to be as funny as we like without having them stare.