Ever your loving son,
Harold.
P.S.—Meates did get to Hoboken and came down in Holland on return journey.
Tell Dad to let me know when he is coming, as near as possible, so that perhaps I can arrange to meet him. The boat does not cross here every day, but he can also come via Calais. Think I can fix up a room over the road.
XXIV.
To his Sister.
No. 1 Squadron, R.N.A.S., B.E.F.
1st April, 1915.
Dear old Girl,
I really feel I owe you a few lines, as you have honoured me with several epistles lately, which I fear have remained unanswered.
Did my last letter to Mother arrive very sticky? It left here sopping wet, and thereby hangs a tale. I hadn't time to re-write it, as the mail was just going out. I unfortunately had the letter on me and, in conjunction with myself, it got rather a bad ducking.