![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Eleanor has been suffering from a trifling ailment since we left- no more than a bad cold, but Arthur was convinced that it must be the result of some dreadful magical protection they had triggered, and so he poured out the whole story to James and me the night after we arrived home. ![]() Speaking of the twins, I am afraid Arthur has confessed that he and Eleanor sneaked into Thomas’s study on the last day of our visit. (I had expected it of Diana, who is only four, after all, but I had hoped that at the age of nine, the twins would have grown out of such tricks. I know James was as sorry to leave as I, and as for the children- well, you saw how Baby Alexander cried when we left, and Diana and the twins all sulked for two days straight. Two weeks was hardly enough time to catch up on all your doings of the past few months. You have turned it into such a comfortable home that I do not wonder at your reluctance to go up to London, though I do hope James and I can coax you all to visit Tangleford next summer, so that we may return your hospitality. In deference to Thomas’s feelings, however, I shall not mention the resemblance again until little Laurence is old enough to have grown some hair.) My only regret is that we could not stay longer at Skeynes. (And I still think that Baby Laurence is the image of his papa, even if he is still quite bald. It was splendid to see you and Thomas and your boys again this fortnight past. ![]()
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