OUR FOREIGN CORRESPONDENT London Dearest People, Here I really sit at a front window of the Bath Hotel, Piccadilly.

It's not a fashionable place, but Uncle stopped here years ago, and won't go anywhere else.

However, we don't mean to stay long, so it's no great matter.

Oh, I can't begin to tell you how I enjoy it all! I never can, so I'll only give you bits out of my notebook, for I've done nothing but sketch and scribble since I started.
I sent a line from Halifax, when I felt pretty miserable, but after that I got on delightfully, seldom ill, on deck all day, with plenty of pleasant people to amuse me.

Everyone was very kind to me, especially the officers.