5/36 I will, however, undergo a week of it,--say the last seven days of this month, and shall trust to you to recompense me by as much of yourself as your town doings will permit. If I say nothing now I believe you will understand why I refrain. You have cunningly just left me to imply, from what you say, that all my arguments have been of no avail; but you do not answer them, or even tell me that you have decided. Or rather not trust,--not trust, but hope. We are rather short of water, and therefore not quite as bright as I had hoped; but we are preparing with untiring industry for future brightness. |