Blarour Saturday. My dearest Mother. Thank you so much for your letter and for the packet of books which the children think quite delightful. I expected to have had a telegram before now, but as none has come I suppose it is still dragging on. It sounds too sad, it must be so terrible for you to watch and I'm afraid you will feel afterwards what a strain it has been upon you. I wonder what Sophie and Auntie Bessie are going to do - I hope they will go away somewhere where they will be very peaceful and have a long holiday.
Elsa and I started early this morning - it wasn't raining for a wonder - and went into Fort William by the long road, tell Papa. It is very lovely, but up and down all the time. It rained a good deal, several heavy showers, but we had waterproofs and cloaks with us. In Fort William we met Amy and Moll who had come in by train and we all bicycled home together, getting in at 2. Amy lunched at her inn, in order to rest afterwards, but she is coming to tea and dinner. She is such a dear. I don't know whether Papa told you that there were difficulties at Lisa's lodging about her bath; anyway they are all settled and I've arranged to give the woman a pound a week for baths room, breakfast, fires. It doesn't seem unreasonable. We're so glad you have refused the invitation of Mrs V! Goodbye dearest Mother. We shall be delighted when you come. Ever your affectionate daughter Gertrude