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. page 61 … Write to me again when everything is not too bunkum.
Good-bye for now!
With my strictly relative love
With my strictly relative love
K. M.