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THE BANK HOUSE, PEEBLES, SCOTLAND.
Jan: 8: 11
My own little darling
I got safely to Edinburgh this morning after a rather disturbed night, as the coach I was in rocked fearsomely. I hope you got my wire all right. I had to telephone it to the General Post Office. I found that George was at Kilmaronaig & his car out of order, but luckily, when I was just thinking of taking a taxi, I found Tommy at
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St Leonards, & he sent round his car. All the way to Peebles it was thick mist & rain. I found poor Mother pretty bad. She is desperately weak & the fever is still high. Her mind wanders a good deal, and she cries for grandmother (who died in 1901), and upbraids me for not having told her she was dead. It is a heart-breaking job for everybody. She can't last long at this rate unless the fever goes. I am satisfied
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that a nurse would be quite impossible. Mother is not exacting, & Nan is bearing up in health quite wonderfully. If we can only get her past this time, we must make every effort to get Mother away, - to some place like Guernsey, I think. She says herself that she pines for another climate.
I will wire tomorrow, but I don't think it likely that I can get back before Tuesday night. So would you kindly
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tell Arthur that I can't dine on Tuesday? I will be back that night by 11 o'clock. I hate being away from my darling, but Mother likes me to be here. Will you send one letter to-morrow to Parkside Works, Edinburgh; and if you get this in time would you telephone to the office and ask them to forward to-morrow's letters?
Mother asks a great deal about the Ladykin & longs to have her here. She sends you her warmest love. Salute that gobble-face for me
Much love, my own little one
Your ever devoted
John
