From : Thun, Switzerland
November 22, 1912
Dearest Alexander,
So now you are off to Scotland. I feel like such a stick in the mud staying in one spot while you are flitting about so. I have found that two of the young ladies here are from Inverness and are quite envious that you will be spending Hogmanay in their home country. As with myself, they will be spending the Christmas and New Years holidays here at the school. Apparently, only about a quarter of us do. There won't be any formal lessons during those days, so I suppose I shall have to come up with a way to keep myself occupied.
You will have to tell me about the area of Scotland that you are in. It is another of those regions that I never ventured to as my mother seemed quite convinced that we would be hip deep in snow should we ever have traveled there. I never could quite figure out her adversion to snow. One would think someone from the Russian Empire would be quite used to the white stuff. Then again, perhaps that is part of the reason she left in the first place. We never did have a talk about why she left there.
I've never seen a camel up close and, from the way you speak of them. I am not sure that I would care to. Though I suppose I should like to ride one just once to see what the experience was like. Riding lessons or not, I cannot imagine that riding one bears much similarity to a horse.
Mister Lawrence sounds like he would be an interesting conversationalist. Did he mention what led him to that part of the world?
I will bear in mind your warning about sprains. The doctor saw me yesterday and said that if I behave, I will be off the crutch on the first. That will be a relief to our Dramatics instructor as I don't believe a Puck wobbling around with a crutch exactly lends the right tone to a fairy that is supposed to be able to put a girdle around the earth in forty minutes.
Yours always,
Millicent
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