Cecil

She gets on our nerves.

You haven't seen her lately and don't realize how tiresome she can be, though so good.

So please, Mother, don't worry us this last summer, but spoil us by not asking her to come.

You are young, dears, and however clever young people are and however many books they read, they will never guess what it feels like to grow old."

I don't like Charlotte.

I admit, it's horrid of me.

From your own account, you told her as much.

Well, she would leave Florence so stupidly.

She flurried.