Delagoa Bay, which would be an annual loss to the Press
agencies if it ever came to pass; and one day the bird really
did bring it off, in the middle of family prayers. I say the
middle, but it was also the end: you can't go on being
thankful for daily bread when you are wondering what on earth
very new canaries expect to be fed on.

At present she's rather in a Balkan state of mind about the
treatment of the Jews in Roumania. Personally, I think the
Jews have estimable qualities; they're so kind to their poor-
-and to our rich. I daresay in Roumania the cost of living
beyond one's income isn't so great. Over here the trouble is
that so many people who have money to throw about seem to
have such vague ideas where to throw it. That fund, for
instance, to relieve the victims of sudden disasters--what is
a sudden disaster? There's Marion Mulciber, who WOULD think
she could play bridge, just as she would think she could ride
down a hill on a bicycle; on that occasion she went to a
hospital, now she's gone into a Sisterhood--lost all she had,
you know, and gave the rest to Heaven. Still, you can't call
it a sudden calamity; THAT occurred when poor dear Marion was
born. The doctors said at the time that she couldn't live
more than a fortnight, and she's been trying ever since to
see if she could. Women are so opinionated.

And then there's the Education Question--not that I can see
that there's anything to worry about in that direction. To
my mind, education is an absurdly over-rated affair. At
least, one never took it very seriously at school, where
everything was done to bring it prominently under one's