Your friend, J. Figgis.
From George Roberts to Jim Figgis.
Dec. 7th, 1915.
Dear Jim,—Yours to hand. No one can say that you're not a good patriot, and I won't be No. 2. But fifty quid for that little horse—not me. Say thirty and he's mine, sound or unsound.
Yours, G. Roberts.
George Roberts to the Hon. Mordaunt Fopstone, White Lion Hotel, Sudborough.
Dec. 10th, 1915.
Dear Sir,—Hearing you are looking out for horses for the Army I write to say I have one or two which I shall be pleased to place at your disposal and at a very reasonable price, as in these times we must all give up something for the country. I shall be pleased to see you at any time convenient, except Tuesday, when I have to be at our local Agricultural Show.
Yours to command,
G. Roberts.