At 9 Manor House
48Marylebone Road NW
Sun July 19th 1914
My darling Mother
Mary and I have just got back from church, Arthur is round at Harley Street. I will try and get your letter finished before lunch, as we are all three going over to tea at Sydenham this afternoon. I am having a very gay time here. Last night we went to the Coliseum: the programme of course was very varied: there were some excellent things and some rather poor, second-rate music-hall type. The best thing was Lydia Kyasht’s Russian dancing – there were some other Russian dancers, too, but she was the best. Then there were some performing dogs who were awfully clever, especially one who took off a [drunresh mansh?]! Margaret Cooper was greatly applauded, but we all agreed that we didn’t care much for her, she sings too much for the gallery. George Greaves and Charles Hawtrey were screamingly funny in two little sketches that were put on. Altogether it was a most entertaining show.
You do know I come home next Friday don’t you? Usual train I expect – 9.10 from Paddington, unless there is something very exciting I want to stay for; but I generally like getting off early, I’m not so keen on hanging round seeing other people off as all that. I have got my ticket. I love the spare room here. Which bed did you have? I am sleeping in the one near the window; it is so comfortable. We didn’t get back till almost midnight yesterday, but breakfast on Sunday is an easy half past nine, so that compensated.
I expect Kath wrote and told you about her interview with Miss Lacey. I will leave it to her to explain my plans, anyway I shall be seeing you soon.
The other day when Miss Lacey was coming over to dinner from her room, she picked up her umbrella, tucked it under her arm and was half-way across the garden before she realised she had got it! She told us at dinner with great glee that it was another example of her inveterate habit of carrying an umbrella.
Joyce Ashby has been elected prefect for next term, I am so glad about it. It does seem funny to have a friend who seems just my own age a prefect!
My baggage will go in advance on Thursday as usual. Au revoir till Friday.
Love from your affectionate daughter
Juliet E Sladden
PS – Hester is still the colour of a William Alan Richardson, but is better and Miss Grierson hopes Switzerland will cure all ills.
