He is gone, and I am the saddest girl in Scotland. I didn’t even see him leave on his fine white horse, off to join his regiment and then off to South Africa.
Next week I will go up to Wick and see my parents, for the first time in a long while. Maybe a visit with them will cheer me up, even for a little while.
There is not even happy news in the papers. I read that over in Canada a great fire in a lumber yard near Ottawa, the capital city, has left 17 000 people homeless – imagine! I also read that an anarchist tried to kill the Prince of Wales while he was traveling in Europe.
I am very tired tonight – time to catch up on some sleep!
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