My dearest Mina,

My dear, when something finally happens, it happens all at once. Here am I, who will be twenty in September. Yet no-one ever asked to marry me until to-day. Well, not anyone who really meant it. Now today I have had three people who asked me to marry them. Just imagine! Three people in one day! Isn't it amazing! I feel sorry, really and truly sorry, for two of the poor fellows. Oh, Mina, I am so happy that I don't know what to do with myself. But, please, please, don't tell any of our friends. Otherwise they will get all kinds of silly ideas. If at least six people don't ask to marry them them in one day, they will feel hurt and upset. Some girls are so vain!

You and I, Mina dear, are engaged. Soon we are going to settle down and become respectable married women. So we can't be vain. Well, I must tell you about the three men. You must keep it a secret from everyone. Except, of course from Jonathan. You will tell him, because if I were you I would certainly tell Arthur. A woman ought to tell her husband everything, don't you think? And I must be fair. Men prefer women, and certainly their wives, to be just as fair as they are. And women, I am afraid, are not always quite as fair as they should be.