11 June

Today, dear Miss Prism has taken me to sing for Dr. Chasuble. After I practiced my scales and my two pieces, Miss Prism stayed on to play the rector's piano forte a bit longer, and I went for a stroll in the garden and watered the roses until Moulton came along and took the watering can away from me. Really, if he does not want anyone watering the garden, I can't understand *why* he leaves the watering can out so very often. Miss Prism says it is because he is a bit senile. Miss Prism loves Italian.