2 June

Today, Miss Prism and I took a day trip to Queensberry, wher ewe had tea with Old Lady Arbuthnot and her dauther Veruca. I am afraid I did not care for Veruca so much after all—I thought her a bit too *forward*, but I did find her brother Rupert *quite* amenable indeed. He rushed in from fox hunting halfway through tea, *quite* flushed and with his hair all a-muss. I felt my heart go pit-a-pat. And I will see him again, for I am invited to an evening party at their home next week. I think I would like to hunt for foxes! I love fox-fur stoles!