I have had great fun in London this week with the walnut joke, though Celia says she is getting tired of it. But I had a letter from Peter to-day which ended like this:—
"By the way, I was an ass last week. I took you to Banfield in mistake for Hilderton. I went to Hilderton yesterday and found Hilderton Hall—a large place with a walnut tree. It's a little way out of the village, and is marked big on the next section of the map to the one we were looking at. You might tell Celia."
True, I might....
Perhaps in a week or two I shall.
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As soon as we had joined the ladies after dinner Gerald took up a position in front of the fire.
"Now that the long winter evenings are upon us," he began——