What was it you had in mind when, in our distress, before Miles came back, over the letter from his school, you said, under my insistence, that you didn't pretend for him that he had not literally EVER been `bad'? He has NOT literally `ever,' in these weeks that I myself have lived with him and so closely watched him; he has been an imperturbable little prodigy of delightful, lovable goodness. Mother is putting my new secondhand clothes in order. They would be for the breakfast in the morning after the communion in the college chapel. Let me ask you a question.