I felt I couldn't spare a single precious day away from you.

I have so much to talk about and tell you.

Am I greedy?
But what's the use of having one's own lovely mother if she isn't just one's ownest sometimes?
I tell you things I wouldn't tell anyone else on earth.

I don't think all the girls feel quite the same; but then their mothers can't possibly be like mine! She's the one in a thousand! I'm sitting up late in my bedroom to write this, and I shall have to report myself to Miss Lodge to-morrow; but I felt I must write." After the Easter holidays everybody returned to The Woodlands prepared to make the most of the coming term.

With the longer evenings more time was allowed out-of-doors, and the glade by the stream became a kind of summer parlour.