But I think my dear Jane is exceedingly uncertain as to just what days were those of Nausicaä.
We have a small cabin, with four bunks in it, and two of these are now neatly and geometrically made up, ready for the night. In Jane’s small closet there is food of all sorts, neat rows of tins and wax-paper packages. If we are washed out to sea we can, I imagine, live indefinitely on deviled ham, sardines and cheese. And I have always my fishing line.
Ah! a tug at it!
I have been playing solitaire today, as a cover for my thoughts. For this, I take it, is the great virtue of solitaire, that it insures against frivolous interruption, while at the same time leaving the mind free to wander where it will.
My worries are dropping from me. Helena Lear is with Edith, and no doubt Halliday is campe
