Bobbing
Friday
My dearest old man,
Yours just to hand – Of course
come on Saturday, we shall be thankful to
see you – I only thought Sunday because I was afraid it would be too much to
expect you on Saturday. Artie is no better, his other ear is coming bad, &
though he is very good, & in more ways than one, you have reason to be
proud of his sense & presence of mind, yet if you only know how ill it
makes me to stand & bathe his poor ear & how I worry over it night
& day, I’m sure you would be really sorry. The people have been so kind,
when they knew the girl had gone off, several of the mothers send word to say,
if their little girls were of any use, I was to make them do the work which I thought
very nice. If I’m able to meet you I shall be at the station but if not there
come right on – you’ll have to drive – there is no one I could send at present –
all so busy fruiting. You must not be annoyed dear, but I had bespoken last
week a fowl & put it off so I don’t like to again but shall have it ready
for Saturday, not Sunday, plain joint then.
Fondest love from both
Georgie
Great haste.
Please bring a few very small staples for arties
coal truck, the wheel comes out. Arties message.
