That is the first letter I ever had from her, as we haven’t been separated since we were very small, when Rose had scarlet fever. It doesn’t sound quite like her, somehow — for one thing, it is much more affectionate; I don’t think she has ever called me “darling” before. Perhaps it is because she is missing me. I do call it a sign of a beautiful nature if a girl who is in love and surrounded by all that splendour is lonely for her sister.
