Letter – My own dearest child – December 3, 1914
50 St. George’s Square
Own dearest Child
I was sitting yesterday; Viola was gone to Aldershot to join R. who is helping his men. She may be away six weeks or more but I was very glad she went for she was not happy at home and found me and the house a horrid bore. Well I was sitting alone and in the doorway stood a tall slim figure with a sweet diffident voice and your own darling stood there. He had come on his way to see his father. Well I made him dearly welcome and I had just packed a box of goodies which he took away with him a gammon of bacon cooked for breakfast, a cake, very good chocolates, a bottle of coffee essence, the best cocoa, potted meat, sausage, a cheese, dates. He was very well and had no cold which he said the other men had. Leveson had sent him to see his Uncle Horace. He had lunch with him. He said he was very kind. His Aunt had a hospital at Harlow but he said this tax will hit him terribly. Five in the pound, a quarter of his income, but he was giving Hugh his allowance (£120 is it?) as usual. He said he felt dreadfully shy but it had gone off well. I told him to be sure to come here whenever he could. There is always his bed ready for him. Uncle H said all his horses have gone. They have only one left he has sold his yacht to the government. He said there was a queer old lady at Castle Cary, Lady Frances Cecil-McVereo at Mr. Milne’s, and she had sent him a waterproof sleeping bag, India rubber outside and soft check woolen material inside, a pair of sleeping socks, and a woolen helmet. Was it not kind and . . . She must have loved doing it.
I wonder if Amice ever got a hatband I sent her, letter, badge, and broach. I am so sorry I can’t send you nice Christmas presents this year, but I hope next year may be better. I wonder if the Overseas Daily Mail ever gets to you. I could do something about it if I knew? I saw Henry Eleves this week, a stupendous size and the vast importance of many cars that have hardly turned him grey. I hear Fred is very well.
Now Good Bye my own dearest child, all love be with you.
Yr. ever loving and dearly loving, Mothy.
Kiss dearest Bene, for me and tell her the dainty handkerchiefs were sweet.