We sent letters
to country newspapers which never appeared, and asked questions that
met with no reply. We were apt, also, to recover from these attacks,
leaving Nurse Bundle burdened with boxes or folios of dry, dusty
broken fragments of plants and insects, which we did not touch, but
which she was strictly forbidden to destroy. We pursued our fancies
during the holidays. I have now a letter that I got from Damer after
my fourth half:
"London.
"MY DEAR REGIE,--
"_Eureka_! What do you think? My poor governor collected
moths. I bullied my guardian till he let me have the
collection. Such specimens! No end of foreign ones we know
nothing about, and I am having a case made. I found a little
book with his notes in. We are quite at sea to go flaring
about with nets and bruising the specimens. The way is to
dig for chrysalises. Mind you do; and how I envy you! For I
have to be in this horrid town, when I long to be grubbing
at the roots of trees. Polly quite agrees with me. She hates
London; and says the happiest time in her life was when she
was at Dacrefield. My only comfort is to go to the old
bookstalls and look for books about moths and butterflies.
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