And, as I have already told you, they could not bear Miss Chesterton, the little boys' aunt, who lived with them.

They felt sure that Jacky and Francis must be unhappy, only because they had to live with Miss Chesterton.
This was Milly's letter when it was done.

Milly could only write very slowly, in rather big hand, so that her letters were never very long: MY DEAR JACKY--Don't you think it very odd getting a letter from me?
It is nearly a fortnight since we came here.

At first it was _very_ nice.

We went up the mountains, and Aunt Emma took us in a boat on the lake.