happy—some of those visiting Lizzie are so pretty!—but I’m glad I haven’t got to run about so much. I’m very fond of driving myself, if I have a good quiet horse that won’t shy and doesn’t go fast, and Lizzie has one for me—a white one that’s gentle—and I drive about in the phaëton a great deal. The doctor that came that night—were you here?—when Mrs. Page fainted and they couldn’t bring her to (it seems she was in the habit of taking some medicine to make her sleep, and it weakened her heart) asked me if I wouldn’t like to take out some patients of his, and so I called for a very nice lady—a Mrs. Williams; you probably don’t know her?—and after that a young girl with spinal trouble, and—and several others. They seemed to enjoy it, and I’m sure I did. Once I took a young girl that’s staying here—she had a bad headache. She was a sweet girl, and I liked her. She said the drive helped her a great deal. It’s astonishing”—
