If she were involved, I fancy one perhaps ought to blame her governess for not schooling her well enough. (I jest, of course. All her erratic inclinations are probably learned from her other uncle.)

I shall say I do not envy you your position at the school, although I hope you are largely enjoying it. One teenager at a time is quite sufficient to deal with, I’d warrant.

Although I speak too soon on that matter; I ought to re-evaluate in another thirteen years or so. Mrs. Darrow is due in early summer, late June or early July, and is faring well with the boredom and restlessness pregnancy brings her. For my part, I am merely hoping – I say this in strictest confidence, you understand – that the second babe is easier. Whether because we are better schooled in what to expect, or because the new infant fusses less than Lily always has with her, I hardly mind – but if she is as much of a handful as Lillian has been you will have to send your condolences in summer in place of congratulations.

(I am – probably thinking too much on it. Do not think me too worried about it.)

How do you spend your weekends, during the school year? If you ever venture towards Irvingly you must feel welcome to call on us, of course.

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