My dear Mrs Johns,

We are much obliged for your kindness, and if things - weather included turn out well - I hope to bring the Cricket and her sister in time for a four o’clock tea with you on Monday. I am afraid we cannot do more, as after that it gets so late and cold for an open carriage. Our basket only holds three so that my mother - though thanking you for your ... continue reading

My dear Mary

In the autumn a Mr Yonge in America, an Engineer chose to send me the photograph of his little daughter whom he had named Charlotte and he sent a description of his arms, wanting to know whether he could be of the same family. They were not the same as ours, nor as those to which we failed to shew our claim but Julian thought they were the same as yours. ... continue reading

My dear Mary

I don’t think I would venture. I think you would probably be left in the lurch in some way or other and the name is not known enough to inspire any confidence.

I think you might find some one who would take the risk which would be much better for you. I am making my way home from Devonshire where I have been first with Mary Yonge and then with Mary Coleridge, and I ... continue reading