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314 "REST AND BE THANKFUL"
the simplest Hotel life, how people can do it for
long, and short of the sternest duty.
To the same.
March, 1902.
Although very well physically, I am desperately
head tired. I never thought, save for one, I could
care for land questions, i.e. settlement, as I have
done. All the longing to bring classes together
without the middle-man. Seeing, as one can't
help doing, " both sides." The unutterable touchi-
ness of the people. Their simplicity, leading them
to be duped by mercenaries.
I feel it is selfish to leave them, but I think I
have done all I can meanwhile. Would that it
could have been more.
It has been a stiff campaign ever since we landed
in Iona.
For weeks I have been pledged to dear Fanny
Mackenzie for some days. My dear ! I am running
in like Cinderella ! I am only fit for an old friend's
house, till I can look round.
To the same.
Lismoee. 1903.
I think Tiree was a success with the little
Balfours. Oswald reminds me mentally of Papa.
Such an appreciation of scenery I never saw in so
young a child. Dear little people. Somehow, my
maiden — grandmotherly heart — Martha, all else
went out to them nearly as much as it did to Lesley.

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