I wish we could go to-morrow, and get back to you and mamma.

Write directly, dear aunty.

I send you my love a thousand thousand times.
Your loving niece, EMMA.
P.S.Aunty, dear, I have thought of another way.

In Cologne I saw a girl who went about in the street with a basket and sold roses.

Now I think that if Mrs.Stanhope would let me take two roses from each bed in her garden I should get a basket full, and I could earn a lot of money, I am sure.