By the way, Sir Lionel, who expected his ward to be a little girl (thoughtless of him!), said to-night: "You're so old, I can't get used to you."
And I retorted, "You're so young, I can't get used to you."
I hope it didn't sound pert, to answer like that?
XIII
AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER
Lulworth Cove,
July 30th
Why aren't you with me, dearest, seeing what I am seeing?
It's all very well for you to write that my letters make a panorama pass before your eyes, and I'm flattered, but I want you. Although I am enjoying life, I'm more excited than happy, and I don't sleep well. I dream horrid dreams about Mrs. Senter and Dick Burden, and about Ellaline, too, but I always laugh when I wake up.