Dear Agatha,—My cousin Hazel Barrance is going to look after the children and Emily—who, as you probably know, is about to marry Urible—until I come back. (Fred is off to his golf.) It is very sporting of her and I want you to see that she has a little amusement. She plays tennis too well and pretends to hate men, so everything is easy for you. I long to get back again. Kiss your fat Barbara for me.—Yours,
Nesta
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Lady Sandys to Nesta Rossiter
Dear Nesta,—I will do what I can for your cousin. Jack is bringing several of his friends down for a home-made lawn-tennis tournament next week-end; and that will be a start. Two or three of the Wimbledon tournament players will be among them, we hope.
Your Tony and Cyril were here yesterday, and in consequence the garden hasn’t a single trace of fruit left.—Yours,
Agatha