Priscilla in Paris
... Frisccillsi in. FsirJs. DEAREST NUNKIE,-- I can hardly hold a pen, so pity me and admire this noble effort to reassure your kind heart by sending you my usual weekly epistle. I didn't want to do it! I've been out sculling all the afternoon and my hands are one mass of blisters. 'Tisn't pretty but it's honourable; it's regrettable though that honourable scars are so painful. You see I've ...