The house is voiceless, somnolent except for the muffled scratching of a mouse somewhere between the walls. Windsor never sleeps as soundly as this, with servants or guards always prowling about. In the depths of the night, it is as still as moonlight.
Those Roosevelts! Driving themselves around town, hither and yon, by themselves! I am exceedingly jealous. There. I said it. And I’ve never seen such a smile on Bertie when he and Franklin returned from their farm tour. I just know that when we get back he will have a new roadster. These Americans - so spontaneous and candid with their actions and unguarded opinions. In some ways, it is quite refreshing I have to admit.
The picnic today was delightful.
There was absolutely no standing on ceremony. They invited nobody who was anybody, really, except they were real people with honest opinions, who spoke more sincerely than any head of state we might have otherwise been attached to. Gardeners, house maids, neighbors, stable hands - all were th...