Dearest Clem,—Herself is herself again.
Your news is very exciting. Of course you were bound to have a proposal at Kington, because you have them everywhere. I rather like the sound of the boy. Do tell me some more about him and how you yourself feel. There seem to be no boys here, except the Luttrells and the Hills, and they are not very luscious; but there’s to be a dance at Kenmare and perhaps we shall see a new face or two then. O Lord for some new faces! (The maiden’s prayer.)
What about that Doctor out in France? Where does he come in? You mustn’t be a heart-breaker, you know, darling.
Dilly and Dally grow in beauty day by day and go on giving amazing supplies of milk. Old Biddy Sullivan has been drinking again. Mrs. O’Connor’s little girl the other day was overheard laying it down as a maxim, to her brother, that one should always tell the truth, not because it is right, but because “you can be sure your friends will find you out.” They do, don’t they?—Your loving and jealous
Pat