put that down as " Meg's clever nonsense." But this
morning, it really does seem not life but a play, and it
did amuse me enormously to watch the W's. Now Mrs
Wilcox has come in.

I am going to wear [omission]. Last night Mrs. Wil-
cox wore an [omission], and Evie [omission]. So it isn't
exactly a go-as-you-please place, and if you shut your
eyes it still seems the wiggly hotel that we expected.
Not if you open them. The dog-roses are too sweet,
There is a great hedge of them over the lawn -- mag-
nificently tall, so that they fall down in garlands, and
nice and thin at the bottom, so that you can see ducks
through it and a cow. These belong to the farm, which
is the only house near us. There goes the breakfast
gong. Much love. Modified love to Tibby. Love to Aunt
Juley; how good of her to come and keep you company,
but what a bore. Burn this. Will write again Thursday.

HELEN

HOWARDS END,
Friday.

DEAREST MEG,

I am having a glorious time. I like them all.
Mrs. Wilcox, if quieter than in Germany, is sweeter
than ever, and I never saw anything like her steady un-
selfishness, and the best of it is that the others do not
take advantage of her. They are the very happiest, jol-
liest family that you can imagine. I do really feel that
we are making friends. The fun of it is that they think
me a noodle, and say so -- at least, Mr. Wilcox does --
and when that happens, and one doesn't mind, it's a
pretty sure test, isn't it? He says the most horrid things
about women's suffrage so nicely, and when I said I be-
lieved in equality he just folded his arms and gave me
such a setting down as I've never had. Meg, shall we
ever learn to talk less? I never felt so ashamed of my-
self in my life. I couldn't point to a time when men had
been equal, nor even to a time when the wish to be
equal had made them happier in other ways. I couldn't

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