… I am spending an idle day in bed. Ribni ¹ sits by me, and I have made myself a sort of a Pirate cap which I page 90 think, hope, nay, am sure, will startle the doctor's young eye. It's all sunny outside and I am bored. After he is gone I've a mind to throw away my wings and go off for a frisk. But I won't. I am almost terrifically well again.

Mrs. N. came in last night and wanted to whisk me off to her house for a few days. Oh, what a dread prospeck! The amount of whisking that people want to do with me and a-wrapping of me up in bundils is quite terrifying. I said I was being superbly looked after by old Mrs. Harris, who was a very good cook. Oh! What fun! Do you know who I meant? Sairey Gamp's friend. I laughed so much inside that I thought she would hear the laughs running up and down in me. Even to write it makes me laugh again, and Ribni stuffed the ends of his necktie in his mouth, stood on his head and waved his feet when I told him.

Later. Really, I'm very nearly in love with this old doctor. He is such a find. No, that's not my feeling. What I do feel is that he's the sort of man we might all be talking to in a café' in the good Paris days. I don't have to alter my vocabulary or pretend a bit and ah, you know how rare that is. He is coming again on Monday. So you can see how careful he is. He says I am much better and look much better and I've no temperature at all—but I must still go a bit slow and not go out. I think he thought I was a pirate. Yoho! Yoho! So don't you worry a bit. I am almost 2 lively and gay.