9 February

It rained off and on this morning, and Uncle Jack is gone again, so I was trapped not only doing German lessons with Miss Prism, but indoors! It is always so much nicer in the garden, even in the cold early Spring—Dr. Chasuble often happens by. Indoors, only Merriman drops by, and then only to bring tea or letters, which in any case are always for my dear *absent*(!) guardian.

I asked Miss Prism what Mr. Worthing the wicked had done this time, but she was quite mum on the subject and forced me to decline irregular verbs for the remainder of the day. I was obliged to come up with his indiscretions on my own.