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THE BANK HOUSE, PEEBLES, SCOTLAND.
Dec: 2d: 1913
My own little precious one
I have not gone to Edinburgh today & so have had no letter from you. Probably it will be forwarded from Parkside this evening. I was glad to see from your letter to Nan that you thought you were better. I do hope I shall find you really well. Don't do too much this week. I wonder how the blessed children are. I hope you will
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get safely to Rustington and get good weather & be greatly benefited.
I lunched with Lady Ardwall yesterday & met Johnnie & his wife. Lady A wants to give the proceeds of the memoir to Ulster! "It was what Andrew would have liked", she said. Apparently there is a good chance of a Labour candidate running in E. Edinburgh, in which case Johnnie will get in. The great man is in tremendous form. Little Mrs Johnnie is very quiet
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& I doubt if the arrangement is a good one. It is ridiculous to see a bride not sitting at the head of a table. She struck me as rather lonely, poor little Moufflée. [JB's nickname for his wife] Like you, she can't stand the 'Scotsman' & surreptitiously buys the 'Daily Mail.'
We had a splendid meeting at Skirling last night in spite of baddish weather. All my 3 uncles were there I was heckled by John Watson of Muirburn on Home Rule & Socialism - such a gentle friendly heckling, and I could
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scarcely get away from the people afterwards. To night I am at Stobo - the last of my political speeches. I am feeling enormously better today. Castor oil has worked its old beneficent effects.
I think I must come back by the night train, on Thursday, arriving Friday morning about 7.30. I do so hope I shall find my darling Katzen much better, & Albert evicted. [Susan Tweedsmuir - 'nickname for my tiresome cough'.] The weary days here are passing
Much love, my very own little precious one
Ever your devoted
Mr Fozz
