in all of dear, roaring, dirty London in one gulp! Such a place--
Lordy! I've been waiting three hours to see the crowd go by, and
they haven't gone yet! Such crowds, such busses,--all green and
blue, only a penny fare, and you can ride on top if you want to!
Think of that, you dear old Manx people! But there--"the bell goes
a-ringing for Sarah!"--they're calling for Nurse! That's the worst
of this job: they're always a-dyin' just as you're getting
interested in something else! Ta-ta!

GOLLY!


Then her dear old grandfather wrote:


I'm wondering where my diddleums, Golly, is! We all miss you so
much, deary, though we don't miss so many little things as when you
were here. My dear, conscientious, unselfish little girl! You
don't say where John Gale is. Is he still protecting you--he-he!--
you giddy, naughty thing! People wonder on the island why I let
you go alone to London--they forget your dear mother was a
Frenchwoman! If you see anything your dear old grandfather would
like--send it on. GRANFER.


Later, her aunt wrote:--


Have you seen the Queen yet, and does she wear her crown at
breakfast? You might get over the area railing at Buckingham