Dearest Diary,
The return to the spring lessons was not so unfavourable today. I have dared to hope that the next few weeks might be without fierce quarrels or disputes. I have been taught to wonder whether there is in fact a summer holiday that approaches. I am told it is a few fortnights away. There is much to be done prior to its arrival.
My elder sister is due to arrive at the Grenada estate in only a short time and I find myself quite eager for her companionship. She brings with her Mr. Sinatra, her faithful hound who goes by the common name of Hank. I particularly enjoy his company, but I am uncertain of Lady Pigeon's reception of him. There will be quite an adjustment period.
Meanwhile, my presence is required quite early in the morning, so I must bid you goodnight for now. Until tomorrow...
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