Waitress is out, after she has washed lunch dishes, till 11 P.M.
Chambermaid is in and serves dinner.
The third Sunday is like the first.
The fourth Sunday is like the second.
And so it goes on in twos, each servant having every other Sunday morning out and every other Sunday afternoon and evening out.
Well, Penelope dear, I had almost forgotten I was writing to you, these extracts from my letter to Hope have become so voluminous! It is fortunate that they need no comment, for I could not write another line, since it is the middle of the night and I am perfectly exhausted and disgracefully sleepy.
Very affectionately your devoted friend,
Jane Prince.