Will you pass through London on your way to the sea? If you do—please let me know. I long to see you. I was so glad to hear from you yesterday. I wish I were with you now—not on the lawn but sitting under some tree with all the dazzling, silent brightness just beyond—where we could talk and be alone.

I heard the infinitely sad news yesterday that my darling little mother is dead. She was the most exquisite, page 209 perfect little being—something between a star and a flower—I simply cannot bear the thought that I shall not see her again—

We move to Hampstead on the 25th.