Tear open letters from Robert and the children, read them three times at least, become homesick and rather agitated, and then read them all over again. Robert says that he will be glad when I get home again – (am strongly tempted to book my passage for to-morrow) – and adds details about the garden. Our Vicar, he adds, preached quite a good sermon on Sunday last, and Cook’s sponge-cake is improving. Vicky’s letter very affectionate, with rows of kisses and large drawing of a horse with short legs and only one visible ear. The Literary Society at school, writes Vicky, is reading Masefield, and this she enjoys very much. Am a good deal impressed and try to remember what I know of Masefield’s work and how much of it is suitable for nine year old.