P. S. It’s raining cats and dogs to-night. Two puppies and a kitten
have just landed on the window-sill.
_Dear Comrade_,
Hooray! I’m a Fabian.
That’s a Socialist who’s willing to wait. We don’t want the social
revolution to come to-morrow morning; it would be too upsetting. We
want it to come very gradually in the distant future, when we shall
all be prepared and able to sustain the shock.
In the meantime we must be getting ready, by instituting industrial,
educational and orphan asylum reforms.
Yours, with fraternal love,