July 30, 1895 - Paris, France
Darling Lincoln,
Who dares to bully you?! Send me their names immediately and I will have it dealt with within a fortnight even from Paris! How DARE anyone accost you! By Merlin they are blastedly lucky I find myself abroad for the season! I have not outgrown my deviousness yet that anyone should be safe lest they attempt to hurt or treat you poorly in any way! I have my contacts too. People that would be more than happy to play a nasty trick or two on the deserving! Or even the undeserving.
As for Papa, I do rather agree with you. Aunt Viola has even stopped asking when I should like to return home to see him. It seems Mama's letters have grown infrequent with updates. If I had an excuse, I shouldn't like to work anymore either, though I can't imagine what he is trying to escape... Maybe Mama herself.
I'm sorry about the dress... she gets worse with each passing day, doesn't she? It must be her way of missing Lau
I hope to be home soon, even if only for a short visit. There are some interesting friends I've made here in my time away that I shouldn't like to be away from too long! I won't say any more than that.
Missing you terribly, as always,
Poppy

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