DAVID MAKES UP HIS MIND. That night, after the others had gone to bed, David Bosworth wrote two letters. The first was to his sister Margaret: dear meg, I shall definitely be home about the 8th of August, as we arranged. Work has been going quite well, and we have been fairly lucky in weather, so that I’ve collected a decent enough tan and stretched the old muscles over a hill or two. The boys are responding to wild curses, and I feel I’ve earned my money with them. I only hope Lady F. -S. remembers that some people really need cash, and will send me the cheque in time to bring home as a trophy. Then you can have your holiday before summer gives way to mists and mellow fruitfulness. I wish you could persuade Father to go with you. But if he doesn’t feel strong enough for the journey, then it is probably better to let him stay in London with me. Sorry to hear that you have all been sweltering for the last month. But two weeks .. Here David stopped and considered. He had been six weeks up here.
