Dearest Clem,—We have had a visit from your young friend, who is a great lark. He is coming again. Indeed I believe that if Herself had asked him to stay he would be here for ever. He thinks there is no country like Ireland and no part of it like Kerry; which is true enough. We are very much obliged to you, I’m sure, for sending a male thing to this nunnery.
Herself wants to know if readers to invalid ladies never get a week’s holiday. She pretends to want to see you. Mr. Barrance says that he doubts if you can get away before her regular doctor returns. Don’t forget us.—Your devoted
Pat