Right you are, Pearl. The earlier trip was a complete disaster. With my terrible sense of direction I managed to come down with the Hong Kong flu. That awful airplane ride back home! Thank you for being such a love about the scarf. Miso and I picked out a gorgeous replacement for you when we were shopping yesterday. Butterflies (of course) on a cream silk background.We'll be back home by the end of the week. Melba is thrilled to be meeting an opera diva as she is completely starstruck by any type of celebrity. She is practicing making tea to impress our lovely oolong sipping friend and has been allowed in the kitchen just long enough to learn how to boil water. I shall give you a full report on the visit. 

Until then I remain your devoted Miss Blue

Dear Miss Blue,
I have to confess that I was shocked to hear of your stay in the Orient! Why, wasn't it only last November that you vowed never to set foot on that island again, having had the worse stomach upset from eating eel sushi? Don't you remember how addled you were on the flight back to London? On the other hand, it is lovely that you have met up with Miso Fine. She sang the role of Butterfly in Puccini's Madame Butterfly and I was there, Miss Blue, seated in the orchestra section of the Met, a most heavenly evening I will say! Of course, I was not able to visit with Miso, she being surrounded with exuberant fans, arms loaded with flowers, which they tossed onto the stage, and that is the last time I saw Miso Fine, with the exquisite Some Fine Day aria still playing in my head for many days after.

I will be longing to hear of the London visit, do you think Louise will mind sharing her impressive kitchen?

Love from Pearl, singing

Dear Pearl,
(I hope you do not take up with the spinners and the carders, Pearl. I've read too many stories involving evil spells and general misery about spindles and dwarves to recommend the pasttime.) I write to you today from the Orient where I have been visiting our old friend Miso Fine. She's just as you remember her, lovely as ever, although she no longer sings. She's agreed to accompany me back home to instruct Melba and Louise in the art of sushi preparation. Melba has it in her head that smoked eel is some kind of aphrodisiac and is anxious to add to her already formidable powers of seduction. I tremble to imagine the consequences to his already assaulted nervous system. Jack, I mean.

I Remain As Always,

Your Devoted Miss Blue