I'll come straight back on her to the Allies.
RICHARD.
November 20th.
This is the way Hope's cat looks, "My whiskers!" she says, "I never knew I was to be let in for anything like this!" When I told her about the big rats in the trenches she wanted to go with me next time, but, today when I told her that the Crown Prince of Servia made his servants eat live mice (he is no longer Crown Prince), she looked just as she does in the picture.

"Then, what do _I_ eat in Servia ?" she said, and I told her both of us would live on goat's milk.
You will be glad when I tell you I have been, warm.

We came pretty far south in two days, and, the damp chill of Paris is gone.

On the train a funny thing happened.

An English officer and I got talking and he was press censor at Salonica where I am going after Athens.