October 1882
All are very naughty, and I am naughtiest of all. The pussies dine on sherry now, and humming-bird cutlets. The invalid hen took dinner with me, but a hen like Dr. T[aylor]'s horse soon drove her away. I am very busy picking up stems and stamens as the hollyhocks leave their clothes around. What shall I send my weary Maggie? Pillows or fresh brooks? Her grieved Mistress.
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