July 1. 95 Sloane Street. My dearest Father. I had a delicious day on Saturday at Eton. The Talbots took me, we started at 9.5 for they were in a great state of mind and wanted to be at the very beginning, Jack Talbot was in the 11! He played very well and distinguished himself.
Maurice met me and I had a long day with him. Balcanes[?] sat with us all the morning, a dear nice boy, simple and straightforward and with charming manners. Ivor came up from Winchester and he and Walter pitched their tent near us too. It was very nice indeed. On Friday I lunched at Audley Sq and went with Flora to my lecture and afterwards to Marylebone where we swam, a most refreshing employment. Mrs Lockwood gave us a box for the Trovatore to which Miss Thomson and I went; Mother joined us after her dinner party. Yesterday I sat to Caroline in the morning and lunched with her, at tea time I went to see Mrs Perugini and had a long talk with her; she was sweet and asked me to come and see her again. I do think she is such an attractive person. There has been a tremendous fussle[?] all this morning of people making plans and going out. Grandmama is fairly st..ted after a great deal of running up and down stairs. Auntie Bessie is in agonies of seeing the children out, why she doesn't leave them to themselves I don't know, they would get on much better. The drawing room is full of people's clothes in various stages of decrepitude, which are being made into Heaven knows what! Isn't this a funny house!

Yesterday evening Gerald and I got into disgrace; we ran obstacle races round the dining room table and nearly brought the house down! We shocked Willy Olliffe terribly for he came in from the garden just as we were jumping from chair to chair round the room and found me in mid-air - it wasn't very proper, don't be shocked too! - he hurried on with a horrified face. Presently Mother came down and asked us severely what we were doing, so we came up and sat on the balcony. We were not even asked to join in the letter game, wasn't it terrible!

Do you know the Lascelles' address - Villa Stefan Ionnide, Sinaia; I have an impression you asked for it. Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude.