26 April

My dear guardian has arranged a tea with a Miss Lucy Brown, who is visiting her aunt, Lady Percival, a rather persnickety old lady down the road. I am wearing my new yellow tea dress and serving cucumber and cress sandwiches (and maybe rose petal sandwiches) in the garden. Oh I *do* hope I will like her—she may be able to help me locate Ernest.

Uncle Jack has allowed that I should continue my Political Economy lessons. Horrid Political Economy.