Feb 22. Lady Margaret Hall Oxford Dearest Mother. I am sending you a pathetic little note from Maurice to read. Send it me back please and don't tell him you have seen it. I have written him several long letters but I rather think he wants a good many from everybody. He is the very sweetest boy I do think. What it is that the boys from the Shops have stolen I can't make out but I don't think from Maurice's cheerful tone that he can miss it much. We had a merry tea at Lionel Teale's[?] on Monday - Mary and I, the Warden and Mrs Talbot, Horace, Uncle Tom and Bob Cockerell[?]. We all pounded down through inches of mud to the boats and though there was a ripping east wind we seemed rather to enjoy ourselves. Uncle Tom was very friendly and pleasant. I lunched with him in Horace's rooms on Sunday and he talked to us very amusing and instructively and seemed amused himself. He certainly is a very able person.
He knew the Warden and was glad to meet him on Monday and we made a very nice party.

Mary and I and Miss Wordsworth are going to tea with Horace today and on to the boats. This is the last day of them and it really is almost time they should stop for one begins to fear that mud and east wind would fall after another few days - though they haven't yet! Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude.