Lynch's, fell like a bomb.
"DEAR GUARDIAN," she had begun,
I am ever so sorry I haven't written for so long, but I haven't
had a minute, really, truly. There are so many things to look at
and to do. I am beginning to really love Gray Manor--it is so
always and always beautiful. Mr. Harkness is a dear and is very
good and tells me what to do many times when I am stupid and do not
see for myself--like the finger-bowls. Jimmie and I never used
finger-bowls. I don't mind the school work, though I simply can't
keep up with Beryl. When you come up, I will tell you how wonderful
Beryl is and all about her family. Her mother had a lovely dinner
one night and Beryl took me. Beryl is going to be a great
violinist, you know, and she is saving money to buy a real violin
that will be all her own and take lessons. She will not let me do a
thing to help her, which is splendid--I mean, for her to be so
proud and brave, though I wish she would let me do just a little.
We have some very good times together, mostly taking lovely rides
back in the hills to places Harkness tells us about and once we
took our lunch and Mr.
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