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The Letters of Katherine Mansfield: Volume II

August 11, 1922

To the Hon. Dorothy Brett

I can't arrive before Thursday afternoon. No sleeper before then. Your clouds like Feather Boas are perfeck! This—yours—is such a very nice letter that it is a good thing we shall meet so soon, I feel inclined to come by the perambulator and have done with it.

page 236

Why do things need so many nails? Why can't one use safety pins? They are so much quicker and they are deadly Secure. Once you have clasped yourself to a safety pin human flesh and blood can't separate you.

(Let us go and see Charlie Chaplin when I come. Shall we? On the Fillums, of course, I mean.)

This place is flaming with Gladioli, too. As for the dahlias they are rampant everywhere. The pears which we had for lunch, are iron pears, with little copper plums and a zinc greengage or two.

L. M., smelling the luggage from afar, is in her element. She is hung round with tickets already and almost whistles and shunts when she brings me my tisane. I am moving already myself, the writing table is gliding by, and I feel inclined to wave to people in the garden.

Elizabeth came yesterday with one of the Ladies Fair. I must say she had ravishing deep, deep grey eyes. She seemed, too, divinely happy. She is happy. She has a perfect love, a man. They have loved each other for eight years and it is still as radiant, as exquisite as ever. I must say it is nice to gaze at people who are in love. M. has taken up golf. I've always wondered when this would happen…