26th July, 1945.

Dear Barbara,

We have been suffering from a combination
of calamities. The cook has been ill, I have been
laid up with a crouded knee, and we thought we had
an outbreak of disease among the cows which took
up a good deal of our time (not that we had to sit
with them and take them grapes, but selling milk is
a bacteriological operation these days). Also, as
you may have seen, I had to hang about in London in
connection with Voigt's libel action. But do come
down and see us. I do not name a date, because quite
genuinely any time is the same for us, and it entirely
depends on other people's convenience. If you come
in August the house will befull and you will have to
sleep in an annex, and I think it would probably be
better if you came now in September. But please do
come. I am very anxious to see you, and Henry will
welcome you with enthusiasm.

I am sorry that you feel like that about
the loss of Edith, but I can well understand it.

Blessings on you,

Miss Barbara Low,
24, Creswick Walk,
Hempstead Garden Suburb,
N.W.11.