York. Dearest Mother. I have just finished Barrie's[?] delicious book - to my great sorrow. It is a charming little work - the only pity of it is that she could not read it! I looked out for Papa at Middlesbrough, but he did not come so I suppose he was busy. I hope you are having a quiet morning and resting. As for me, I can't conceive what I am doing in this station, nor why I am going away. It's too silly. I wish I were stopping quietly at home.
All sorts of smart people on this platform! One begins to realize what the world is like when one gets to York, doesn't one. Never mind, I'll be smart too presently!

I am so glad you are coming on Monday. Ever your affectionate daughter Gertrude