Now I want to know if there is a chance of tempting you down here for a little visit? I have thought that perhaps some time in the Spring the School might be taking holiday, and Harry might be striding off on a week or 10 days' country "breathe,"—and perhaps you would come to me? Or if he were inclined for fresh fields and pastures new, that you would come together, and he might make his head-quarters here, and go over to Glastonbury, etc., etc., etc., whilst we took matters more quietly at home?
I feel it is a long way to come, but it would be so very pleasant to me to welcome you under my own roof!
If you cannot get away in Spring, I must persuade you when London gets hotter and less pleasant!
You must miss your country home—and yet I envy you a few things! London has cords of charm to attract in many ways! I wish I could fly over, and see the Sir Joshuas and one or two things.
(I am stubbornly indifferent to the Spectator's dictum that we like "Sir Joshuas" because we are a nation of snobs!!!)
Ever affectionately yours,
Juliana Horatia Ewing.
Do tell me what hope there is of seeing you—and showing you your own bramble on my own wall!
To Mrs. Going.