Please note: Seats is booked in the train, if the train goes, for April 27th and I do hope, time and tide permitting, you will meet me at the station—will you? Isn't it gorgeous to think we have 6 months in front of us, and what's to prevent you and me from flitting over the heath and, while He draws and paints enchanted landscapes, She lies on the grass and tells him about the lions and tigers and crocodiles and boa constrictors that she used to feed under the palm trees at Mentone. Do you page 31 know the heron has got beautiful blue legs? I read that the other day.

Your little drawings are most awfully nice. I'll draw you some palms, there are so many different kinds. My favourite tree I really think, tho', is the lemon tree, it's far more beautiful than the orange—And then the prickly pear has a lot of drawing: it's a very queer affair, and then there's the pepper tree hung of course with pepper pots— but I wish you were here to sneeze at it with me. J. seems so very busy that he never has time to write me a real letter. I miss them so! For the Tig you know is an animal which removed from its native soil, however golden the cage and however kind and charming the people who hand it things through the bars or even pat it—longs for fat envelopes to eat and when left without them she finds it an awful effort not to just creep into a corner and pine. But it can't be helped—I have asked J. for them so often that Pm sure he'd send them if he had them—he just hasn't—that's all.

Will you be quite changed when I come back? Please carry something that I can recognise you by such as—an emerald green handkerchief printed with a design of pink shrimps or a walking stick tied with a large bow of pale blue ribbon. No, Heaven bless you, I shall know you anywhere and you'll know me.

Of course I don't know how to light a fire with damp wood, damp paper and I match. But please reply telling me how to as who knows how soon I may have to do it. (Do you see the hint conveyed in these words.)