to be told,
as if you half expected me to guess what you mean, that 'you're in
London for reinforcements.' Shall I ever know? It seems a long time
since I said good-bye to you in front of the Caledonian Hotel. Not
that I'm having a dull trip. I should be very dull myself if that
were true, for everything is beautiful, and every one kind. It is
the most wonderful luck for a girl like me, who had never seen
anything in her life, suddenly to be seeing all Scotland. But I had
grown rather _used_ to seeing things with you and Mrs. James, after
I escaped from the 'glass retort,' and I can't accustom myself yet
to being with others, and you far away--Mrs. James too, of course.
I try to console myself if I feel a tiny bit homesick, thinking how
happy she is, and how wonderful everything is going to be for her
and her strange, unpractical doctor. It was splendid of you to give
him all that money. But wouldn't it have been fun if he could have
come over, instead of her going to him? Maybe, if it had turned out
so, you would be in the Highlands now.

Do you remember how I used to say that _my_ tour under the heather
moon would soon be over, but you would be going on just as if we
had never met? Well, it has turned out quite differently, hasn't
it, for both of us? Only the heather moon is the same. But I never
talk of her now that you are gone.

I don't want you to think I am ungrateful to _any one_, if I sign
myself, Your rather homesick little 'princess,'

BARRIE.

P.S.--It does not seem right to have crossed over the borderline
into our Highlands without you!

LETTER FROM BARRIE TO HER MOTHER

DEAREST,DARLING BARBARA: Can it really be that it won't
bother you to have me write to you often and tell you everything
interesting that happens? You see, I might think it interesting,
and you might think it a bore. I know you are easily bored, dear,
so I am not quite sure what I ought to write. I can only tell you
about seeing places, because that is all we do. But they are so
beautiful, perhaps you may like to hear. If I write about the wrong
things, do promise that you'll speak out and tell me to stop. I
won't let my feelings be hurt.

Basil is trying to show me as much of Scotland as he possibly can,
he says, before I 'get tired of him and Blu