Tuesday, September 22, 2009

30 May

I don't much like Uncle Jack being here so very often. He was ever so much more cheerful when he was running off to save Ernest from his scrapes. And I do miss Ernest so very much. These days are entirely *interminable*. That means they have no end. I am building my vocabulary so that I can appear in Society or abroad with Ernest after we are married.

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