Your nominal authority doesn’t annoy me in the least; you are too
far away to do any harm. Mrs. Lippett is dead forever, so far as I
am concerned, and the Semples aren’t expected to overlook my moral
welfare, are they? No, I am sure not. I am entirely grown up.
Hooray!
I leave you now to pack a trunk, and three boxes of teakettles and
dishes and sofa cushions and books.
Yours ever,