We went into some awful streets, and had some oysters at a stall, and came back carrying no end of books; and just as we got in at the door there were your aunt and Lady Chelmsfield coming out.

What a rage your aunt was in! I tried to take all the blame, but she shut Polly up for a fortnight.

It's a beastly shame, but Polly says the expedition was worth it; her spirit is splendid.

I never wrote such a long letter in my life before, but I am in the blues, and have no one to talk to.

I wish my poor governor had lived.