MS Mrs Clare Roels1
My dear Christabel
Writing about cheerfulness with a heavy cold in one’s head on a summer day, may be as hard as writing in the midst of a wet cricket match but I am trying to do it. I shall direct this to Hanwell, not knowing where you are at Chiddingfold I suppose with the Humberts. Have you heard that Mr Trant Bramston is going to be married, and so Miss Bramston’s occupation comes to an end. Luckily the lady, a Miss Adey is her dearest friend.
Your book will come I suppose in that October batch will [sic?] calls itself the next years2
your affectionate
C M Yonge