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30 West Hill
Highgate N.
April 18, 1916
My dear Daddy,
On Sunday we went down what we call Pigs Lane. There were nine or ten trees blown down there, huge trees. They filled the path. They even broke the iron fence. We had to be jumping over them. It was so jolly after the storm we had.
We have our holidays now. Bill eats still such a lot. Do not forget my Easter egg when we come over, Daddy.
I am
your
loving
daughter Mary