Dear Pearl,

The weekend was almost a complete success.  But Mr. McSweeney was taken ill just before the cheese tray came out on Saturday evening.  Everyone watched in horror as our distinguished guest and Melba's old tutor - slipped under the table, pulling most

of the china down upon him.  We have whisked him away and tucked him into the bedroom you used to sleep in and a private nurse coddles him day and night.  I'm concerned that he is smoking some sort of tobacco product in there but Melba says I should not interfere.  He is, after all, wealthy! Melba just lives for money I'm afraid.

As for the blue skies of October and the gray geese?  Yes, by all means!  Carry on!

I Remain Your Devoted Miss Blue