1/13 Ruth, all heart and tenderness Who wept, like Chaucer's Prioress, When Dash was smitten: Who blushed before the mildest men, Yet waxed a very Corday when You teased the kitten." AUSTIN DOBSON. I began this letter in the morning and now it is bedtime. Robinson Crusoe is no longer solitary: the island is inhabited. My first visitors arrived about 11 a.m .-- a small boy and a dog--an extremely good-looking little boy and a well-bred fox-terrier. |