Occurs to me that I never saw or heard from lovely little Nina again after that camp. We never really knew one another, it just happened. & that kiss was not repeated even while the camp continued: I got off subsequently with another girl called Frances who became a sort of steady for a year or so. Wonder where they both are now. Dead, I shouldn't wonder; if not they will both be about 80. Grandchildren? Great-grandchildren?

Who is still in any sort of touch with that first·kiss·memory?

Oh dear; heigh-ho: "What the goodyear, My Lord, why do you feel so out-of-measure sad?" (Much Ado I.iii.1).

Sigh!

~M~