'Wallowing in old churches, at least your uncle is,' came my aunt's voice, a long way off. 'Won't you come to us, darling, I'm so worried about Eustace. No, I can't tell you on the telephone, and we'd so love to have you.'
'Why aren't you at home?' I said.
'Yes, another call; oh, ... don't cut us off!'
'Your aunt,' said Uncle Jasper, seizing the receiver, 'has been very ill with influenza.'
'Nonsense,' said Aunt Constance, 'don't frighten the child, Jasper. I'm all right now, darling.'
'Shall I meet the 2.5 to-morrow?' said my uncle.
So I told him about Ross and Fernfold.
'What's the church there?' he inquired; 'Norman or Early English?'
I could hear his snort of indignation when I said I thought it was a new Wesleyan Chapel! Then we got cut off.
Nannie says that her friend's friend prefers to board her lodgers, 'and you'd better let her, dearie. You won't like contending with the rations.' So it's settled we're to be boarded if we go to Fernfold. I'm so dead tired I must be getting sleeping sickness. Will there be a letter from 'the black beast' in the morning?