Wish they had not put the organ so high, then you could have seen the whole thing at once. The pillars are lovely too and do you see the minstrels high up.

You will want a letter about your dear boy. I had not been able to write before. I have been so seedy with the old kind of attack. However I am on the mend now, though I sorely begrudge the money on the doctor, nurses and chemists.

Well your Hugh came one night. We wanted to give him a treat and take him to a Palais Misc. He looked ill and heavy and before the evening was over, had developed measles. So eh went back to the South Western Hospital at Newcrop. We thought now he would teaste the nurses. He was kept there about 5 days, than back he came here, and we put him in the nurses bed and fed him. The next day he trained down to Hornblotton Rectory to Mrs Milne and they have him until he is very well. He will be there a fortnight when he returns to his training. His last words to me were “I shall send you some nice flints and primroses to make you better Gran.” We sent him oranges and grapes like he wanted in the thirst of measles. Viola came from Lipwork last week and again today and will be here 3 days this week while Reg. Is busy with his men.

Own darling, we will take the greatest care of him and see he has all the necessaries. I got your two dear letters. I think I must have sent Amice the most useful gift but it was all guess work.

The war goes on, one looks anxiously towards the Dardanelles.

Good by my dearest, Yr Loving Mothy.