
I am writing to you from Mary's to tell you about her and
her dear little baby, four weeks old. It is another little girl to be called
Katherine Elizabeth, but Karin (pronounced like the "a" in
'car') for short. She is a dear good little baby with large blue eyes, and Ray is so pleased with her little sister. She calls her
"isser" & likes to kiss & stroke her. Mary is not as well as she ought to
be, a toublesome wisdom tooth having followed the appearance of the baby, and that
is why she hasnot written to you, though she has thought of you very often. The rest
of us are all well & very pleased to be back in England again. Father & Mother & I spent the winter
in
France
& Italy & we enjoyed the trip very much indeed, but still nothing compares
to London & to the dear old Thames running by us here.
Mr. Rhys & his sister are near neighbours of ours in Westminster & I have seen the sister once since I came home. I think she is very pretty & charming, as you said.
Have you seen that novel "The Story of an African Farm"? We saw a good deal of the author, Olive
Schreiner, when we were in the Riviera, & she is such
an interesting girl. She has wonderful dark eyes & a lovely expressive face,
& her conversation is most delightful. I wish that she were going to America
instead of back to Africa, so that you could see her.— Mary sends you a great
deal of love & so do I, dear Mr. Whitman. We hope you are pretty well. Will you
give my love to Mrs. Davis?
A special message of love from me. Mary.

