It is very strange to be living in this way with people one doesn't know.

I mean that one doesn't know as one knows them in England.
The other Americans (beside the madman) are two girls, about my own age, one of whom is rather nice.

She has a mother; but the mother is always sitting in her bedroom, which seems so very odd.

I should like mamma to ask them to Kingscote, but I am afraid mamma wouldn't like the mother, who is rather vulgar.

The other girl is rather vulgar too, and is travelling about quite alone.