_Sunday_.

_Darling Michael_,

_I'm writing a sonata about Lily. It's not very good unfortunately,
so you'll never be able to hear it. But after all, as you don't
understand music, perhaps I will let you hear it. I wish you had
told me more about Lily. I think she's lucky. You must be simply a
perfect person to be in love with. Most boys are so silly. That's
why only men of at_ _least thirty attract me. But of course if I
could find someone younger who would be content to love me and not
mind whether I loved him, I should prefer that. You say I don't
know what love is. How silly you are, Michael. Now_ isn't _it
thrilling to take Lily's hand? I_ do _know what love is. But don't
look shocked, because if you can still look shocked, you don't know
what love is. Don't forget I'm seventeen next month, and don't
forget I'm a girl as well as Lily. Lily is a good name for her, if
she is very fair. I expect she really has cendre hair. I hope she's
rather tall and delicate-looking. I hope she's a violin sort of
girl, or like those notes half-way up the treble. It must have been
perfect when you met her. I can just imagine you, especially if you
like October as much as I do. Did the leaves come falling down all
round you, when you kissed her? Oh, Michael, it must have been
enchanting. I want to come back soon, soon, soon, and see this Lily
of yours. Will she like me? Is she fond of music?_

_I must have my first concert next summer. Mother must_ not _put me
off. Why doesn't she let me come home now? There's some reason for
it, I believe. Thank goodness, you'll have left school soon. You
must be sick of it, especially since you've fallen in love_.

_I think of you meeting Lily when I play Schumann, and when I play
Chopin I think of you walking about underneath her window, and when
I play Beethoven I think of you kissing her_.

_Darling Michael, I love you more than ever. Be interested in me
still, because I'm not interested in anybody but you, except, of
course, myself and my music_.

_Oh, do bring Lily to my first concert, and I'll see you two alone
of all the people in the Hall and play you so close together that
you'll nearly faint. Now you think I'm gushing, I suppose, so I'll
shut up_.

_With a most tremendous amount of love_,