that stand on the ground, and which they twirl round after a fashion of their own, and it gives more air than anything—and I enjoyed a remarkably pleasant slumber, which nothing disturbed but the fact that little tumbled down on his nose, or over it, or something, and very naturally cried for half-an-hour.
My dearest Robert,—Yesterday was one of our grand festival days—a large arrival of English letters. I had ten for my own share.
Grindlay deserves to be made a peer for the cleverness with which he contrives that every ship shall bring something. In consequence I watch the semaphore at the fort, twiddling its great wooden arms about, with double interest, because though it may announce only a ship from Penang or Singapore, yet it may signalise an English ship, in which case we are sure of something interesting; and if I could find anything worth dear Grindlay’s acceptance, I would send it to him.
