The old woman had got the pater's letter, so she expected us.

She's rather an ass, and must have been getting up her English for our benefit, for she's called us "nice young Englese gentilman" about a hundred times already.
I don't think Jim's got over the blues he had watching the English coast yesterday.

He's asleep still, so I'm writing this while I'm waiting for him to come to breakfast.

I shall not wait much longer, I can tell you.
Ta-ta! Remember me to any of the old crowd you see; also to your young sister.
Yours truly, Thomas Hooker.
P.S .-- By the way, see what your French dixy says for doughnut, and let me know by return.

We're going on to Switzerland in a day or two.
Paris, _August_ 6.
Dear Gus,--The dictionary word of yours won't wash here.