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Tuesday July 29 At the point last night I stopped & wrote
you an Airgraph - also one to my ma for her birthday.
I had two pcs from you this morning - July 6th & 11th - really
late. You say nothing at all about yourself, but you sound
very well & very happy & you tell me that Max is lovely,
beautiful & very well. But I am dying & dying & asking &
longing, pining to know what he looks like, & if
he is showing any signs of character, intelligence or
personality. I'm sure he will, being your child - & his looks
seem to be alright, I am just waiting for the details.
Your p.c also mentioned about having had to bay 301 on
the underclothes & dressing gown, which seems excessive. I
suppose I had better not send any more things like that.
But I have not had your letter about them yet, & hope
very much that we shall be rewarded by you really
liking the things. I still have 3 pairs of stockings
to send you, & wonder now whether to send them
or not. I will ask you in an Airgraph & you must
reply by pc. I rather imagine stockings will be useful,
especially when winter comes again.
Wednesday July 30th Yesterday was no good at all for writing
because we had a concert from the Jewish Welfare
Committe, last night. It was not a particularly good one,
but quite enjoyable. There was a girl who played the
violin quite pleasantly - a fat, black Jewess who screamed
songs, & a pretty girl who gave recitations with
considerable pep, personality, but they were all in