I'm just so happy for you, you—precious, adorable, lovely sister of mine, that I haven't any words at all—just exclamation points of gladness! The most wonderful and beautiful things in life always are beyond the reach of words, aren't they? Oh, Jetty dear, it was all I could do not to run as fast as my legs could carry me all the way to Cornish to tell you how beautiful I think it is. How I long to see you, darling. When Mother told Helen and me, we just hugged each other with joy, for we knew how happy you would be—you and Frank. Somehow, it seems more beautiful and wonderful, coming to you, than it ever has before, for you are my lovely ideal of womanhood and no-one could be more perfectly worthy of the great joy than you. I am so glad, darling, that you are so well. I think the walking trip was a bully idea—it sounded heavenly—That is, it sounded heavenly for you two—it wouldn't have been that for lazy me! I think it's so lovely that you could be up there in that delectable place—we know how perfect it can be, and we're very, very jealous. I do hope that the family can get up there the first—and then maybe a little later we can steal up for a little while. Wouldn't that be glorious.
I think Mrs C. must be perfectly mad—I'm so angry about her behaviourr that I can hardly see. She was all sweetness to us and talked as if she couldn't do enough for us—tho' she didn't really do any thing—and I can't imagine how she can be so outrageous. Maybe she read the newspaper stories of Father's receptions of the Suffragettes and is paying him back this way! I hope Barbara has gotten the moulds back—they belonged to us and it's perfectly plain stealing if she hangs on to them—You dear, dearJetty, I can't think of anything except the lovely news—and do you know, I'm jealous! Yes, I am—I can't help it—I want one so much myself!I was interupted then—and now it's the next day and I must mail this—I've taken so much longer to write to you than I wanted to already—so many dozens of things prevented me. I am sending you all my love, my darling, beloved sister—you don't know how much—how dearly I love you—and I'm so happy for you both—Dear love to my bully Mother—