95 Sloane Street Tuesday. Dearest Mother. I distinguished myself this morning by leaving my purse at W'bury! Wasn't it stupid. Fortunately they found it and telegraphed me news of it to N'allerton [Northallerton] while I was still blissfully unconscious of its loss. At York I hid successfully from Mr Lang.
I've spent the afternoon shopping. It's wonderful what a lot of odds and ends one wants when one has been out of London for 2 months. Also I shopped presents for Pauline and Geordie.

The photographs I took at Cambo are excellent. I won't send them to you because I want to have the pleasure of showing them myself.

It's very warm here - with bursts of heavy rain. Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude

Sophie loq: (with chastened satisfaction) - "And it all went off very well and she looked so nice!" That's the ..... mother.