T. Hooker.
Zermatt, August 22.
Dear Gus,—There’s a telegram from the pater to say they’ll be here to-morrow night. I’m rather glad, as Jim is feverish. The pater will have a good deal of tipping to do, as everybody here’s no end civil. Can’t write more, as I’m fagged. Remember me to your young sister.
T.H.
P.S.—I fancy we shall spend next summer in England—Jim and I. We don’t either of us think much of Switzerland.