Zermatt. Sunday. Dearest Mother. I am very much thrilled about the play. I hope when I come home that it will be in a form that I can read it in. I wonder how the gambling scene has worked out. Yes, as you say, why do people climb! I often wonder if one gets most pleasure out of the Alps this way. Some year I shall try the other and come and wander over grass passes and down exquisite Italian valleys and see how I like it. Meantime Gerard Collier and I had a very delightful climb yesterday. We went up on Friday night and bivouacked Bellow the Dent Blanche. It was a wonderful evening, still and rather cold. We got up to our bivouac about 7, a little cave above a long moraine with a stream coming over the rocks some 20 yards to the left of us and the great barrier of the Wandfluh, the redoubted spur of the Dent Blanche in front. The Matterhorn was just at the end of the valley and a huge wall of ice and rock shut us in. We made a fire and cooked our soup, rolled ourselves up in our blankets and slept till near one when we cooked some tea and started off at 1.30. It is a fine climb, not difficult under good conditions, as we had it, but nearly all of it interesting. There was a bitter cold wind, but we went fast so that it did not do us much harm. We got back to our gîte at one in the afternoon and had an excellent lunch, after which we strolled back to Zermatt. Today is cloudy - I don't think the weather looks very promising for tomorrow. I have been talking all the afternoon with a charming old Miss Walker who was the first woman who climbed - she has a Samuel girl with her, a relation of our Samuels. Miss W. is a most delightful amusing old woman full of tales of early mountaineering. She has brought up her old guide, the famous Melchior[?] Anderegg as courier and she knows everyone in Zermatt by their Christian name. She was the first woman to go up the Matterhorn and the 3rd for Mont Blanc which last she climbed in a costume of thin cotton, almost muslin. I wonder she is here to tell the tale.
I think I shall leave here on the 1st or 2nd and go to the Blumenthals. The Tyrrells want me to go to Mr Urquhart's châlet on my way, but I'm not certain I shall.

My love to Lisa. I had a delightful letter from Elsa which I will answer presently. Tell Moll I wear her jersey at every bivouac. Ever your affectionate daughter Gertrude

I haven't got the Spectator. Please do keep Hurin's[?] letter and Father's answer for me.