Dear Tseng Yu,
The weather is fine and the autumn beautiful. Hong Kong this evening has a splendid moon and a million lanterns. Also FIVE illuminated stars. They haven't yet exercised their fascination over Yung Yu. He came up alone to see me last night. Neither of us learnt much but it was very entertaining. My Mandarin is at least more comical than his English!
I am writing to thank you for your grave-gay letter from Singapore and to wish you a happy beginning in that land of shop-keepers and poets. Did it rain the day you arrived? You must get an English mac, a Burberry.
Mary
