Sink me, m’dears, if it isn’t an auspicious day today! The courier arrived only this morning with news that one of the League’s most loyal female members (one who calls herself a Leaguette, a deuced pretty name if I do say so, though it doesn’t rhyme in any places) is celebrating the anniversary of her birth, and in honor of the occasion I thought it appropriate to take pen in hand and commemorate the day.
You have reached the noble age of four-and-twenty, a fine age if I remember correctly, which I don’t. I suppose I must have been a grand chap at four-and-twenty, but sink me, I can’t recall a bit of it. Let us hope you will grace the year with a more memorable presence than I ever did.
Now is the time to make something of your life.
Evil and injustice, you see, have not died quite yet. Not many have both the intelligence and the desire to fight it. As a friend of mine in possession of a peculiar blue box once said, “Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice.... and somewhere else the tea is getting cold. Come on... we’ve got work to do!” Perhaps you may think I am not serious, but I am. Deadly serious. If I believe in just one thing, I believe in you.
Dashed inconvenient, your living in America, you know. I'd pop across the pond to wish you many happy returns of the day in person if I could, but I fear my yacht wouldn't survive the journey. However, I've got a handful of young admirers who seem quite delighted to take the task upon themselves, and one of them--a muffin, a melody, something of the sort--has written a pretty little thing that rhymes in four places to express our sentiments, don't you see. And if a rhyme rhymes, it makes a poem, if you follow me.
They seek her here, they seek her there
The Leaguettes seek her everywhere
The birthday girl they all must tell
Happy Birthday, Miss Pimpernel!
*tosses gorgeous imaginary birthday cake and heaps of lovely pretend presents* Yours, I believe.
Eowyn, Miss Melody Muffin, Miss Dashwood, Hayden and Maria Elisabeth