Berlin. Saturday. Dearest Father. I have written all my news to Mother and asked her to send on my letter, but I must send you a word of condolence about Cleveland! What a blow! Bobby Johnson and I lamented over it yesterday upon the ice. But after all Cleveland is a pocket borough! How do you account for Alfred Pease's large majority?
I do hope you will come out here. I want you to take me to some plays, to which I shall never go otherwise! Besides it would be such fun. I forgot to tell Mother an incident that happened at dinner last night. The Chancellor, Prince Hohenlohe, was dining. Suddenly in the middle the door was thrown open and in marched an orderly, helmeted and spurred, with a letter for him aus allerhöchsten Befehl. It was from the Emperor. We feared lest it might be a declaration of war, but it wasn't. The Chancellor is older than anyone I have ever seen - except Princess Hohenlohe.

The Grande Mâitresse and all the maids of honour have left their cards on me! Ever your very affectionate daughter Gertrude