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It's all dots and splashes, with a great eye staring out of the middle of the mess. It looks as if summer, just as it was on the way, had stubbed its toe on a bomb. He tells me it's his masterpiece, and that he will never do anything like it again. I should like to have that in writing.

I whooped in an amazing sort of way but I should have been far more startled if he'd told me he had sold a picture. I've seen his pictures, and they are like nothing on earth. So far as I can make out what he says, they aren't supposed to be. There's one in particular, called "The Coming of Summer", which I sometimes dream about when I've been hitting it up a shade too vigorously...

"For goodness sake!" it said, and I came out like a pickled onion on the end of a fork...

"That's good hearing. I like people who stick together and enjoy their marriage and go on enjoying it."

"Oh! I wouldn't say that. I tell you, once you get above a certain age you can go on living practically for ever."

One of the most ridiculous and scathing insults emanated by Aunt Dahlia, "Gorringe, you ghastly sheepfaced fugitive from hell," she thundered, forgetting, or so I imagine, that she was a hostess.