(Enchanted by T. Schofield, his mark)
Dear Cecy,
How tiresome it is sometimes, losing one’s temper. I am still out of sorts with Georgy for the remark about my harder stamp, but I am more out of sorts with my own foolishness. I have come to try my hand at nursery life again, to see if the squabbles of the younger set can teach me anything about my own tantrum.