Journal of Katherine Mansfield

Later

Later.

Now I've eaten one of the omelettes and one of the oranges. The sun has gone in; it's beginning to thunder. There's a little bird on a tree outside this window not so much singing as sharpening a note. He's getting a very fine point on it; I expect you would know his name. … Write to me again when everything is not too bunkum.

Good-bye for now!
With my strictly relative love

K. M.