n, we play about till I have orders from headquarters to
proceed. Our programme is now to go straight along the Pyrenees to
Marseilles, and so to Nice. Ah, if only I can get Her to go on to Italy!
You had better address me next at the Riviera Palace, Cimiez. We are to
pause at Pau, call at Carcassonne, and honour other places _en route_ to
the Riviera, so there ought to be ample time for this long screed to
reach you and for you to send reproach or praise to Nice. Tell me about
yourself; how you are; what you read; what girl you love.

Your sincere, but somewhat selfish friend,
Jack Winston.

MOLLY RANDOLPH TO HER FATHER

Hotel Gassion, Pau,
_December 14_.

Dear Universal Provider of Love and Cheques,

Thank you a thousand times for both, which have just been forwarded
along the route of this "wild-goose chase," as you call it. Well, if it
is one, I don't know who the goose is, unless Aunt Mary. She is rather
like that sometimes, poor dear; but we get on splendidly. Oh, I would
get on splendidly with five Aunt Marys (which Heaven forbid!), for I'm
_so_ happy, Dad! I'm having such a good time--_the_ time of my life, or
it would be if you were in it.

If you ever lose all your money and come a nice, gentlemanly cropper in
the street called Wall, we might come to Biarritz to live, just you and
I. We _would_ have fun! And we could stop in our pretty little cheap
villa all the year round, for one season only waits politely till
another is out to step in; it's always gay and fashionable, and yet you
needn't be either unless you like. And the sea and sky have more
gorgeous colour in them than any other sea and sky, and the air has more
ozone; and the brown rocks that go running a hippopotamus race out into
the beryl-green water are queerer and finer than any other rocks. So
you see everything is superlative, even the hotels, and _as_ for a
certain Confectioner; but he, or rather she, deserves a capital. There
are drives and walks, and curio-shops where I spent my little all; and
there's fox-hunting, which would be nice if it weren't for the poor tame
fox; and golf, and _petits cheveaux_ at the casino, where Aunt Mary
gambled before she knew what she was doing, and kept on a long time
after she did; and mysterious Basque persons with