ll be lots of people. Do come to Woolwich while I'm there, and
mind you treat me with great respect.

When is the new story coming out? I wish they'd hurry up. It will be
so exciting to hear people talk about it and to think I know who wrote
it and they don't. Clara Bax came with the Campions last night--do you
remember her? She is _very_ pretty and so clever, understands all
about politics and things like that. Fancy, she sells newspapers in
the street for the Cause. She asked me if I'd help her, and I thought
it would be great fun, but father--you know how he pounces--heard from
the other end of the table, and though just a minute before he'd been
ever so sympathetic with Miss Bax, at once interfered, and said I was
much too ignorant to take any active part as yet, and Grantly frowned
at me across the table. Would you buy a newspaper from me, I wonder?

When father pounces I always feel that I could almost marry an
impossible person just to annoy him; but the worst of it is that I
should have the impossible person always, and I might get rather tired
of it. Why should Miss Bax steal a horse and father beam and pay her
compliments, and yet if I so much as look over the fence he shoos me
away with a pitch-fork.

I wonder if you will get out to India, as you wish? In a way I hope
you won't, because you'd go out in the autumn, wouldn't you? and if you
are stationed anywhere at home you could come sometimes for a few days'
hunting; but of course if you want it very much I want you to have it.

This is a very long letter. Good-bye, Reggie, and heaps of grats. You
a captain and me grown up: we are coming on.--Yours: affectionately,

MARY B. FFOLLIOT.

P.S.--Some fiend in human shape sent Ger a little red book, trumpet,
and bugle notes for the army, and he makes Miss Glover play them and
then practises. There's one thing, it's a little change from the
eternal "cook-house door," but it's very dreadful all the same.

BRIDGE HOUSE, REDMARLEY,
_27th. April._

DEAR SIR,--Excuse the liberty I take in writing to offer you my
congratulations on the announcement in the paper yesterday. Master Ger
and Miss Kitten came to tea with my wife, and the mistress, with her
usual kindness, sent me the paper. When I first knew you, sir, you
were very much the size Master Ger is now, and yet it seems but
yesterday when I was teaching you to throw a fly just beyond the bridge
here. I always look on you as one of our yo