MY OWN QUEENIE,—Since writing you yesterday have received your letter dated 17th, which had accidentally gone astray, so if there is no other letter which I ought to have got you can send to the same address as usual.
YOUR OWN KING.
March 27, 1882.
MY OWN DARLING QUEENIE,—I am very anxious about our little daughter. Is it dangerous?
Was weighed yesterday—12 st. 7 lb. Have certainly gained five or six pounds since I have been here.
How did Wifie find out I had grown a beard?
YOUR OWN LOVING KING.
I don't think we shall be moved.
March 29, 1882.
MY OWN DARLING LITTLE WIFIE,—I am very much relieved to hear that our little child is better, and is likely to be all right soon; but fear my poor Queenie must have been exhausted by all that hunting about for nurses. I cannot consent to Wifie turning nurse even when brown eyes do come. She is much too good and beautiful for anything of the kind.