95 Sloane Street Sunday Dearest Mother. You display nothing short of genius over books and maps. Every one I wanted, and all the note books, you have sent. I am so very grateful.
But there are still two small objects which I have remembered. First, in the bottom drawer of the drawers in my book room, near the window, there is a small flat brown box containing two little wooden thermometres [sic]. I want that very much. The second is a book. I'm afraid its title is written only in Arabic. This is what it looks like: [Arabic characters] It's cover is a greyish paper (I think) with a whitish back; its size a small quarto; its position appears here: [sketch of shelves with "fireplace in sitting room" on their left hand side] This is a rough drawing of the bookcase on the N. side of my sitting room. The book is on the lowest of the upper shelves nearest the fireplace, and I think it is the very first book on the right hand side of the shelf. If it's not, never mind.

Nothing settled yet! Capt. Hall has telegraphed to Egypt about me.

Elsa is staying in bed. I don't think she is any the worse for the journey. Your affectionate daughter Gertrude