On the Fifth Day of Christmas

[This correspondence began on 25th December...]

29th December

Dearest Edward
The postman has just delivered five most beautiful gold rings, one for each finger, and all fitting perfectly. A really lovely present—lovelier in a way than birds, which do take rather a lot of looking after. The four that arrived yesterday are still making a terrible row, and I’m afraid none of us got much sleep last night. Mummy says she wants to use the rings to ‘wring’ their necks—she’s only joking, I think, though I know what she means. But I love the rings. Bless you.
Love, Emily

[...and continues on 30th December]