Oh, Comfortable Cocoa!

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.

And At Last Father Flung The Rug Off As If It Were Hampering Him And Strode Over To The Table Saying, 'cocoa, Cocoa!'-- It Might Have Been The Most Magnificent Drink In The World; Which, Personally, I Think It Is.

My Hand Is Very Tired But I Want To Go On Writing. I Keep Resting And Thinking. All Day I Have Been Two People - The Me Imprisoned In Yesterday And The Me Out Here On The Mound; And Now There Is A Third Me Trying To Get In - The Me In What Is Going To Happen Next.

Ah, But You're The Insidious Type--jane Eyre With Of Touch Of Becky Sharp. A Thoroughly Dangerous Girl.

If You Love People, You Take Them On Trust.