By the way, I forgot to tell you that Arthur is here.

We have such walks and drives, and rides, and rowing, and tennis, and fishing together, and I love him more than ever.

He tells me that he loves me more, but I doubt that, for at first he told me that he couldn't love me more than he did then.
But this is nonsense.

There he is, calling to me.

So no more just at present from your loving, "Lucy.
"P.S .-- Mother sends her love.