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to Mary Doyle STONYHURST
ОглавлениеI was so glad to learn that Aunt Kate was safe and happy. I hope she will continue to be so and will send me lots of Stamps and Postmarks. she must have pinned her voyage immensely. I wish I had been on the ship when the jib boom blew away. you must have been awfully surprised when the letter came. I can fancy the scene. You rushing for a carving knife to cut the letter open.
Papa endeavouring to support the tottering cups of tea.
Lottie hanging on by your dress.
and Cony eating the sugar.
I hope Lottie is getting on well in her reading. I am glad that Papa’s picture is progressing.
I like to see Tottie’s letters very much, Ma, and would be very glad if you sent some.
With regard to my box. I do not intend you to send all the things I mention, but merely to pick and choose out of them. You must impress upon your memory that the box ought to be at Preston by the evening of the 23d, and that all the meat in it must be cooked.
Secondly, you had better not send any books. not because I am less a bookworm than I was before, but because there is a large lybrary under my nose.
and remember, Ma, that the meat you send has to last me Breakfast and Dinner for a fortnight and when it is finished I shall have to depend on Charity.
Don’t scruple to tuck into my 10 shillings.
well 1st I want A goose. A Piece of Ham. a German Sausage. And a box of sardines for Friday.
Secondly, a Bottle of Raspberry Vinegar and one of those you keep at the bottom of your press in the Bedroom.
Thirdly, a dozen oranges & a dozen apples & half a dozen pears. then any fruit which you may happen to have. then a Plum Cake and a Shortbread Cake and some tea rolls. then some Chocolate sticks a packet of Butter Scotch a packet of Jujubees or any other sweets.
then, some paper, pens, envelopes and pencils and any sort of a box of chalks, to replenish my old set which are still in existence, many of them unbroken. then send some rock and anything you know I like—not forgetting my pots of Jam.
And then there is my Xmas 5 shillings, by the bye. I hope Mrs Smith will remember her promise—and Ma don’t forget any sort of tough six-penny pen knife—I often have need of one for some thing or other which would break the blade of that little sheath knife.
I hope my box won’t ruin us though it has formidable dimensions.