ir of beauty and fashion to my little cabin. I never
thought Betty would turn out so pretty, but there's no denying that she
looks a lot older. Tell Pam not to grow up if she loves me! I want to
find _someone_ the same as when I left!

Glad to hear the General and Mrs Digby are still happy and satisfied
with each other, and that pretty Mrs, Vanburgh's little boy is all right
again. Remember me to them, and to Cynthia Alliot when you see her. Is
she well? You have not mentioned her lately.

Many thanks to father for the papers; you can hardly imagine how welcome
they are out here, or how eagerly one looks forward to mail days. Tell
that lazy Jill to write to a fellow now and then. She shall have no
nuggets out of my El Dorado if she doesn't. Yes, I'm all right! Don't
worry about me, dear. I had a bit of a breakdown a month or two ago,
but Gerard nursed me almost as well as you could have done yourself. He
is the best chum a man could have. Love to everybody, and most of all
to yourself, dearest mater.--From your son, Miles.

_Betty Trevor to her Brother Miles_.

Dearest old Lad,--I missed the last mail, so I must send you an extra
long scrawl to make up. Thanks so much for your last batch of
photographs. I am glad you marked the names on the back, for really it
is difficult to believe that that ferocious-looking bearded person is
really you! I am glad you have promised to shave it off before you come
home, for--honestly speaking--it's not becoming! Mr Gerard looks just
a shade less disreputable than yourself, but I like him because he is
nice to you. You can give him my kind regards.

I've had ever such a good time since I wrote last, staying with the
Rendell girls--Nan Vanburgh's sisters, you know, whom you met at that
first historic party. They are dears, and so amusing that it's as good
as a play to be with them. Elsie is married, and Lilias, the beauty, is
engaged--to a clergyman, if you please. Everyone is surprised, for she
has always been rather selfish and worldly, and cared only for people
who were rich and grand, and Mr Ross is not like that. He is rather
old, nearly forty, I think, and rather delicate, and very grave, and not
a bit well off, and he thinks Lilias a miracle of goodness and
sweetness, and the nice part is that she really _is_ growing nicer,
because she likes him so much, and doesn't want him to be disappointed.
They are all awfully pleased, and Agatha and Christabel thin