This year we remain quietly where we are.

Presently we may creep to the seaside or into the mountains to avoid the great heats, but no further.

My temptation is to lie on the sofa, and never stir nor speak, only I don't give up, be certain.

I drive out for two or three hours on most days, and I hear Peni's lessons, and am good and obedient.

If I could get into hard regular work of some kind, it would be excellent for me, I know; but the 'flesh is weak.' Oh, no, to have gone to England this summer would have _helped nobody_, and would have been very overcoming to _me_.