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And my parrot.

Spelling.

Spelling.

Oh, Fuzzy, grammar.

- She reads our letters?

- Of course. What did you think?

- Who's Pablo?

- A friend.

- A boyfriend?

- A boy and a friend.

- A prince?

- No. Regrettably.

- Is that why you were banished?

- I was not banished.

- Like Romeo and Juliet?

- Do it again.

- And don't sound so down in the dumps.

- Yes, Miss.

Letters are greetings.

Use this opportunity

to show your dear parents

your fine penmanship

and turn of phrase.

Don't harry them for tuck

and pocket money.

- Is that for me?

- No.

Are you sure?

I think I can see my name.

No. Shoo. Go on, off with you.

Persephone Burls?

Fuzzy, for you, I think.

- Can't make head nor tail of the stamps.

- They're Egyptian.

Ooh!

Fiamma Coronna.

You see? You haven't been forgotten.

That's all, I'm afraid, girls.

But I'm sure Fiamma won't mind

sharing her treasures.

"Dear Persephone,

hope you're well and studying hard.

"Daddy's taking up his post in Rhodesia

a week earlier than expected..."

Aren't you going to open it, then?

- Here?

- Come on, show us. Let's see.

Look at this!

Go on.

This is heaven.

Fiamma, tell me the story again.

- I told you last night.

- I like it. Please.

Please.

There once was a king

and his beloved daughter.

Together they explored distant lands.

One day,

they encountered a sultan

who offered the king

an extraordinary gift

in return for his daughter's hand.

A magical blue diamond.

But the king was greedy

and took both,

the diamond and the Princess

back to his mighty castillo.

But the Sultan came looking

for the Princess

and begged her to fly away with him

on a magical tapestry of silk.

And the Princess was so intoxicated

that she flew away with him

never to be seen again.

Can't sleep, Di?

I was thinking of home.

Would be a shame to waste

such a beautiful night.

Come on. We're going swimming.

Wake the others.

Lily.

- Laurel, wake up.

- Wake up. We're going swimming.

Don't be ridiculous.

It's the middle of the night.

It's a compulsory lesson.

You can't bunk. Get up!

What lesson?

What are you talking about?

What are you waiting for?

Kingdom come?

Lily!

I'll splash you.

- Got to swim faster than that.

- You're mother!

- How do I play?

- Chase the mother fish. Chase Di.

You're mother.

- Who's mother now?

- You're mother.

Miss G learnt this game in India.

Really? I love India.

When were you there?

A few years ago.

Miss G, tell Fiamma about

how you rode on elephants with rajas!

Oh, Di, we've all heard that story before.

I'd rather hear

about Fiamma's adventures.

I haven't had adventures.

I just travelled with my father.

Miss G travelled alone.

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