The Grove School
Thursday Feb 25th 1915
My darling Mother
How very naughty of you to be ill little Mother, and especially with George coming home too on leave. You must be sure and get better soon, and get rid of the horrid cough as quickly as I am getting rid of mine. I am up today sitting in my room by the fire. I hope to work again as usual tomorrow if my temperature is all right. Tell May it was nice of her to write so promptly, I got it this morning; it is nice getting letters when one is in bed.
We have got snow here, there was quite a heavy fall on Tuesday, I wonder if you have had any. It is frightfully cold today. I suppose we are going to have a cold March, it often is. Hasn’t February gone quickly? Do you know we go home four weeks on Saturday, it isn’t long, is it?
Miss Fletcher does spoil sick people, you know. Sylvia and I have had such dainty meals, bread and butter and marmalade for breakfast, scrambled egg and rice pudding for dinner, either toast or thin bread and butter and marmalade for tea, and boiled egg and baked apple for supper, and a hot glass of milk last thing at night. And she cooks some of it herself very often I think. I wish I were at home to practise sick nursing on you, with Miss Fletcher as my pattern I believe I could do it very nicely. Also I have a most spelendiferous certificate for Home Nursing from the St John’s Ambulance Society. It came today, and I admire myself tremendously as I look at it!
Tell May I feel a pig because she wrote me a so much nicer letter than I wrote her. I am afraid this is not highly interesting either, but there isn’t anything special to write about, only I thought you would like an extra letter.
The music-room is just below, and Marjorie Marsh is practising there playing one of my pieces. It is quite amusing hearing everyone’s music lesson, and guessing who it is and what are the scales that are being played, etc, etc.
Miss Heyman is back from America, but has unfortunately had another relapse of the ear trouble, so she is not able to come back to school this term. We have still got Paggi.
My old jersey is so very old that I think I am going to buy myself a new one – even if I have to take some money out of the bank and pay it back in instalments it will be money well spent, for not only are they very nice things to have but they save no end in the washing and wear of blouses. My old one has lasted excellently considering the wear I have given it – it will do all right still for morning wear and grubbing about.
Well I must stop now, or I shall leave nothing to say on Sunday. Mind you, soon get better dear little Ma ‘cause you didn’t ought to be ill.
Much love from