Gaggie sailed out by herself about five years later and stayed for some months. I don’t know what she made of New Zealand. I was so pleased she was with us, but I probably didn’t do enough to show how much I loved her. Then she went home and I never saw her again. I still have most of my Dinky Toys, which she would send me every Christmas. I treasure them, largely because of her. She would have saved to buy them, this I know. She did the pools every week, but riches never came her way. Genteel poverty, I think they call it. She died in 1968, and I still grieve for her.
