3/27 The pity of it is that I can't compel them to make use of their privilege of opening. My friend, Lionel Armytage, the painter, lifted his hands in horror at my doings. I'd have liked to get at the chimneys, but I'd have had to pull down every cottage in the place to rectify them. Oh, I've spoilt Nuthatch, there's not a doubt of it. You must see Highercombe." "The children seem healthy," Mary said thoughtfully, "and the old people walk straighter than one sees them often." "Ah, yes, that is it." Lady Agatha's face flushed and lit up. |