Lady Victoria Campbell

HOME FOR GOOD 67
Are there many snowdrops in the garden still ?
One misses them here. We have not seen one,
they don't have them.
Good-bye now.
Yours very affectionate,
Victoria Campbell.
I seem to be in a mood for making mistakes
to-day in my writing.
April 22nd, 1870.
We have had a very nice tea-picnic this after-
noon with Sir John and the two girls of Mrs.
dimming, at least, one is her stepchild. We went
down to a beautiful place here that turns off from
the Frejus Road by the river. It is quite lovely,
and a little fir wood just before one comes to the
river. Sir John took the courier, who is dreadfully
fat, so much so, that one of the coachmen, the one
with the pannier, objected to take him with only one
horse ; his name is Constantine. He says he was
abroad with Papa and Mama and Edith at Rome.
I am not quite sure if it was the last time, or some
years ago. He made a beautiful fire to boil the
kettle, and we had a very cosy little tea. I had
Coupe to meet me there, so I was able to go about ;
it is such a pretty place.
We went to the Esterels the other day. One drives
to a small village called Napoul at the beginning
of them, where the donkeys meet one, and then you
ride. It was quite beautiful. The white heather