My Dearest Wife,
I was glad to find your letter at the Post Office this afternoon on my return from a drive round the Lenches and Inkberrow, am pleased you had a fair crossing. I conclude you will be reaching Paris from Bourg on Saturday morning so will post this early to-morrow (Friday) in readiness for you, one of the girls propose to get up early to add a few lines.
I received a post card from Jack at Hereford saying he had missed the train there and would have to wait till 8.0 P.M. so it was fortunate he had a companion, I thought he would be able to get into a through Brecon coach so hardly understand how it happened.
I went up by train this morning and paid the station master for the tickets (3/6) as Roberts had brought word you were unable to pay.
The children are all well, Baby comes into our room in the morning and after looking round for you says “Mother, puff-puff,” then calls for pickses, orders the others to say their prayers &c &c!
I will have the cake ordered for him and see about a present.
It is not much warmer yet, but better than Tuesday on which day I had a most unpleasant journey to Broadway &c.
With much love from us all, I am
Your affectionate Husband