P.S.--I had to send for towels to the car, for the ones given to
Fraulein were as hard as boards and there were only two, and the maids
said they would be changed every second day; and I beg the Gracious
Lady's pardon, but myself and Lenchen and Fritz were given two small
huckaback towels to last through the week, and a tin wash-bowl no larger
than those we feed the Great Dane out of at the villa, and no pitcher or
foot-tubs. What are we going to do?