We're starting from Holborn Viaduct at 9:30 on Friday.

I'll write and let you know my impressions, as the pater calls it; and you might let your young sister see them too, if you like.
Yours truly, T.

Hooker.
Paris, _August_ 3.
Dear Gus,--We had an awful squeak for the train at Holborn, owing to Jim's hatbox falling off the cab and his insisting on going back to pick it up.

It seems to me rather humbug taking chimneys at all, but he says that's all I know of foreign travel; so I caved in and brought mine too.
Another thing that nearly lost the train was a row about the luggage.
The fellows wanted to do me out of two bob because they said my portmanteau was four pounds overweight! There was nearly a shindy, I can tell you, only Jim said we'd better walk into the chap on our way back.

Anyhow, I wasn't going to be done, so I unlocked my portmanteau and took out my spare jacket and a pair of bags, and carried them over my arm, and that made the weight all right.