When I arrived at the hotel the 'pretty nursemaid' turned out to be my darling Nannie.
'When you feel you can stop kissing them both, Meg would like your references.'
'References given and required,' laughed Nannie.
'Then the deal's off. Meg's past won't bear looking into.'
Ross had just crammed my rooms with flowers and the air was full of scent. He said Michael told him 'heaps of lilies.' Did he remember that the scent of those is love? I do think, however, he might have ordered the removal of the earwigs.
I was so tired that I came upstairs directly after dinner. The Gidger was already fast asleep.
'Pretty lamb,' said Nannie, just as she always used to do.
So like the gardener's cat in Punch, I felt that we could
'Sit among the greenhouse flowers
And sleep for hours and hours and hours.'
Just before I sailed I got a mail from daddy. He was about to start upon a journey to some scattered mission stations 'to confirm the churches,' and after that he said 'perhaps I shall come home.' Oh, won't it be too topping if he does. He was very excited, too, over the two new missionaries who had come out to the only healthy station. He writes:—