I shall be satisfied if I see Ladysmith fall.

Fortunately I am to do a great deal of cabling for The Mail every day and that counts much more with the reading public than letters-- Cape Town is a dusty, wind ridden western town with a mountain back of it which one man said was a badly painted back drop-- The only attractive thing about the town is this mountain and a hotel situated at its base in perfectly beautiful gardens.

Here Cecil is settled.

I got her a sitting room and a big bedroom and The Mail agent or Pryor pays her $150 a week and will take good care of her.

It really is a beautiful and comfortable hotel and grounds and she has made many friends, and also I forced a pitch battle with a woman who was rude to her when we visited the hospital-- So, as the hospital people were very keen to have me see and praise their hospital they have taken up arms against the unfortunate little bounder and championed Cecil and me.
Cecil had really nothing to do with it as you can imagine-- She only laughed but I gave the lady lots to remember.
On the other hand every one is as kind and interested in Cecil as can be.