Highclere
Brentford
Tuesday
My dearest Georgie
I daresay you are thinking that somebody is late
with a letter from home (of course I have been waiting to see which way
the cat jumped) Well Pa said to me this morn who is going to write to Georgie
today to tell her that it will be impossible for me to come over tomorrow, he
says there are too many frothing and prying about now, that he
don’t like to be away so long since its been a Limited comi its not like
the old days. Pa says he will
love to some when he has a free holiday and can make a whole day of it
(a market one) He will thoroughly enjoy it, so I suggest one day out of his
three weeks, it will be a jolly little outing for 1,2 or 3 of us.
I say the idea of that girl turning out a thief “did you
get the pram back” – oh what a pity you cant get somebody good. I keep
worrying & wondering how you are getting on, how I do wish that I could
have dear Artie here with us during your driving times bless him I know I
could manage him, he, would soon love us and be alright. I have made a few enquiries about a girl but
you see dear Georgie it’s so far from their homes they appear afraid to come. I
wish I could find a help for you for it breaks my heart to think of you in any
trials I do wish and pray that I might make them lighter for you. I would come
in a minutes myself to help to make things & life more easy for you if
circumstances admitted “you know that old girl”. If you could only get a nice
good servant and a little trap it would not seem to bad – you could
drive about yourself, come & meet us, don’t you think dear old Georgie it
would be a good plan to enquire of the shops about for a girl. They are
most likely to know about their character than anyone else “their honesty I
mean” I always got my charwoman from shops. With fondest love to you and Artie from
all / in awful haste – Old Mater
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