'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:--
'They're really quite nice, Meg, the Reverend Mister has a heart of
gold. She's solid gold right through, only you know, little 'un, those
very gold people do have funny clothes and shoes sometimes. I'm afraid
she's rather inclined to think that curly hair is "wicked." I don't
know what she'd say to yours, Meg, but then the children of the clergy
always go quickest to the dogs; you've said that heaps of times, so of
course it must be right.'