Still here, you see! I am slipping this into a parcel
containing a fire-screen which I have worked with my very
own hands; and I trust you will be able to recognize the
shield upon it and the Magdalen lilies. I send it, first,
as a birthday present; and I chose a shield—well, I daresay
that going in for a demy-ship is a matter-of-fact affair to
you, who have grown so exceedingly matter-of-fact; but to me
it seems a tremendous adventure; and so I chose a shield—for
I suppose the dons would frown if you wore a cockade in your
college cap. I return to Tredinnis to-morrow; so your news,
whatever it is, must be addressed to me there. But it is safe
to be good news.
Your friend,
HONORIA.
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TREDINNIS, November 27, 18—.