p.

You must wait yet a little for the
picture. I will have some taken soon.
I must - 'cause I'm going to sacrifice
the moustache before I read this
winter, beside its in my way for
other reasons - and its too big for
the little man, and keeps me tilted like
a pair of steilyards, or somepin - and
its red anyhow, and don't match my
hair - which is blue, you know.
And now, Good bye! and, if you can,
write me sooner than you do gener-
ally. It seems ages between your
letters.
As I close I've a bewildering
conciousness of having left out
the very things I wanted most
to say, and [enumerated ?] in their
stead the unimportant. You will
forgive me, though I know.
Write soon, and let me know
all that you are doing and dream-
ing for the future, and God bless
us every one!
As ever, with all love,
Your friend,
J.W.R.