Good day, my dear friends. I have been invited by my very dear friend, Kate Kingsbury, to send you all news from the Pennyfoot Country Club. She tells me there is a new-fangled contraption that allows her to send my messages to millions of people by something called a computer. I have no idea what she's talking about, but I promised to write her a letter now and then, which she will send on to all of you. I trust her, since she has faithfully recounted my adventures in so many books. Still, I must confess, all this jibber jabber concerning technology goes right over my head.
I am writing this in the office of the Pennyfoot, while the maids are busy with their daily tasks. We are still recovering from the dreadful events of this past Christmas, though I'm happy to say most of the staff seem to be putting it all behind them. Michel has been experimenting with some new dishes from France, and Mrs. Chubb has had all the eiderdowns from every guest room washed and hung on the clothesline in the kitchen yard. It is still very cold here on the southeast coast of England, but a stiff breeze from the ocean will soon dry the wash.
Gertie seems down in the dumps. Pansy told me that Gertie has broken off her relationship with Dan. I know how painful that can be, but much as I like Dan, I feel it is for the best. Baxter has recovered nicely from a nasty cold. He is his usual rambunctious self again.
I feel I have rambled on enough for now. Kate tells me that this is a very simple page, whatever that means, and that she's hoping to update? (I think that's what she said) later on. I will try to send a letter to her now and again, whenever my duties at the Pennyfoot allow. Thank you for your attention and I wish all of you a very lovely day.
Cecily Sinclair Baxter