"How too dretfully tahsome with the sweet and the savoury still to come.

Do you know, I promised Pinehurst--my husband--never to remain in this house during an air-raid.
It was his own fault, the dear thing; he had a craze for windows; this house has more glass space than wall, I think, and Pinehurst, in his spare time, used always to be making plans for squeezing in more windows.

Our room is like a conservatory--so dretfully embarrassing.

So I always take my knitting across the road to the crypt of St.
Sebastian's, and I'm sure you won't mind coming too.

You might have brought a box of spellicans, or a set of table croquet, but I'm afraid the Vicar wouldn't like it.