6 June 1910 – 12 June 1910

Legginess is bad enough in a woman, but bandy legginess is impossible. Solitude is good for the soul. After an hour of it, I feel as lofty and imperial as Marcus Aurelius. The best girl in the best dress immediately looks disreputable if her stockings be downgyved. Some old people on reaching a certain age go on living out of habit--a bad habit too. How much I can learn of a stranger by his laugh. Bees, Poppies, and Swallows!--and all they mean to him who really knows them! Or a White Gull on a piece of floating timber, or a troop of shiny Rooks close on the heels of a ploughman on a sunny autumn day.