Chapter XXVII

Bad pen, bad ink,

bad light, bad

blotting-paper.

S. S. Mariposa, at Sea. Apia due by daybreak to-morrow 9 P.M.

My Dear Colvin, - Have had an amusing but tragic holiday, from which we return in disarray. Fanny quite sick, but I think slowly and steadily mending; Belle in a terrific state of dentistry troubles which now seem calme