OLD PALS! I'm here. J'y suis! bet your boots! While you're
wondering what has become of the Bright Young Thing, the B. Y. T. is
lookin' out of the winder of St. Barabbas' Hospital--just taking in all
of dear, roaring, dirty London in one gulp! Such a place--Lordy! I've
been waiting three hours to see the crowd go by, and they haven't gone
yet! Such crowds, such busses,--all green and blue, only a penny fare,
and you can ride on top if you want to! Think of that, you dear old
Manx people! But there--"the bell goes a-ringing for Sarah!"--they're
calling for Nurse! That's the worst of this job: they're always
a-dyin' just as you're getting interested in something else! Ta-ta!

GOLLY!

Then her dear old grandfather wrote:

I'm wondering where my diddleums, Golly, is! We all miss you so much,
deary, though we don't miss so many little things as when you were
here. My dear, conscientious, unselfish little girl! You don't say
where John Gale is. Is he still protecting you--he-he!--you giddy,
naughty thing! People wonder on the island why I let you go alone to
London--they forget your dear mother was a Frenchwoman! If you see
anything your dear old grandfather would like--send it on.

GRANFER.

Later, her aunt wrote:--

Have you seen the Queen yet, and does she wear her crown at breakfast?
You might get over the area railing at Buckingham Palace--it would be
nothing for a girl like you to do--and see if you can find out.

To these letters Golly answered, in her own light-hearted way:--

DEAR GRANKINS,--I haven't seen John much--but I think he's like the
Private Secretary at the play--he "don't like London." Lordy!
there--I've let it out! I've been to a theayter. Nurse Jinny Jones
and me scrouged into the pit one night without paying, "pertendin'," as
we were in uniform, we had come to take out a "Lydy" that had fainted.
Such larks! and such a glorious theayter! I'll tell you another time.
Tell aunty the Queen's always out when I call. But that's nothing,
everybody else is so affable and polite in London. Gentlemen--"real
toffs," they call 'em--whom you don't know from Adam--think nothing of
speaking to you in the street. Why, Nurse Jinny says--but there
another patient's going off who by rights oughter have died only
to-morrow. "To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow," as that
barn-stormer actor said. But they're always calling for that giddy
young thing.

Your GOLLY.

Meantime,