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I hope Michael still likes his school and that it's doing him good. You ought to be able to afford it quite easily now. I saw Ben Everton at the Cornet last night, but he was completely screwed, so I didn't speak to him.

Fondest love from

Sylvia

Well, even if this was only another of Sylvia's write-ups, it was pretty good. She would have been a fool not to jump at it, though it did mean leaving town. When you compared it with Mother's idea that you should go into a shop . . . "Madame Wheeler would take you on in the showroom tomorrow. She says you've got just the right manner for selling gowns. Then you could live at home, and you know how Michael would love that." Yes, he would, and so would she, though there were times when he made her feel so bad that she knew it was best to see him only occasionally. Besides, it would be much better for him in the long run if she made enough money to keep him on at school. She ought to be able to save quite five pounds a week, as she'd have hardly any expenses. But if she lived at home and went to work in a gown shop—a gown shop in the Harrow Road . . . She wondered how her mother could think of such a thing. It was sending her right back behind her first start. Now she was starting again, and from a higher level than at first, for she had learned to speak nicely as well as a great many other useful things. Those restless, racketing years with Phil had not been wasted. Mother was a fool.