Monday morning [May 17, 1909] South Hill Cottage,
Stow-on-the-Wold.
My dearest Kathleen,
I am writing this in the hopes that you will find it waiting for you when you come back from Cheltenham. I have nothing much to say except that I hate a day to pass like this without seeing you.
I don’t think I shall ever forget an afternoon like yesterday. I hope not anyway, as it will always be pleasant to look back on. I seem to be making quite a collection of pleasant memories now. I suppose this is the time of one’s life when one does, and I haven’t finished my collection yet by a very long way.
This is Vol. I, Chap. IV. Vol. II starts in July and lasts as long as we do. There will be no further volumes. What rot I do write, don’t I?
What isn’t rot and what I’m just longing to say is that I wish you were with me now, dear. I think I should be quite happy just to see you there–asleep.
With all my love, dear,
Robin
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KITEBROOK,
MORETON-IN-MARSH.
My dearest Robin,
It was nice of you to write to me this morning. We are only just back and it is just post-time so I have no time to say more than thank you.
I am so glad you enjoyed yesterday because I did too. I don’t think you realise a bit how much, but you will someday–in the next volume if not in the end of this (but I think not till the next).
Yours with love,
Kathleen
I wonder if you’ll know quite what I mean. It’ll be no good asking me to explain because I don’t know how.
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May 24, 1909 Kitebrook
Moreton in Marsh
My dearest Robin,
Just after Auntie had gone this morning a wire came for her from Aunt Bo saying that Great Aunt Harriet, with whom Grandfather is staying at Hastings, is very ill and if she is no better today Aunt Bo will have to go there. The telegram asks Auntie to go to Leamington today (if Aunt Bo goes away) to be with Granny. That of course is impossible, as Auntie does not get back here till 6:23, so I have wired to ask if I shall go instead. It seemed the only thing to do, didn’t it? I will write tonight and let you know what I hear as I can’t get an answer before this post. I do hope I shan’t have to go. I simply hate the days without you.
I wonder if you have gone to Oxford after all.
I will write again tonight. There seems nothing more to be said now and lots to be done!
Yours lovingly,
Kathleen
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May 24, 1909 Kitebrook
Moreton in Marsh
My dearest Robin,
They have refused me at Leamington. They would rather have Auntie tomorrow than me today, so I supppose Auntie will go there. At any rate I have wired to say she will. I don’t quite know what will become of me. Auntie never likes leaving me here alone. Probably I shall go to the Barnsleys’–I have a standing invitaiton there. But I can tell you about that tomorrow, I suppose. I shall remain in the neighborhood anyway.
I have just got your letter. [The letter of Robin’s to which Kathleen refers is not extant.] I think I do know, dear, because it’s just as wonderful and as perfect to me, you see, to be loved as I know you love me. Oh, how I love you just for that, just for loving me, apart from all the rest of you that I love, and that’s just every inch of you and everything about you. I wish you were here now. I think I could tell you just a little bit of what I really do feel. I wonder sometimes if you have any idea, because it seems absolutely impossible for me to speak and feel at the same time and when I am not really feeling there is nothing to be spoken.
It was hard to let you go last night. It seems to get harder every time, and long after I went back to the others I could feel your arms round me just as I love to feel them and as I shall feel them someday, darling, when I’m really yours in every sense. I want you so much today. I have been trying to work and I can’t because I want you so. It’s idiotic, isn’t it! I don’t know when I’ll get you either. I thought you might have come to help me mark courts on Wednesday, but I suppose that won’t do if Auntie is away. The world would be surprised if it arrived and found just us two to receive it!
My best love,
Yours,
Kathleen
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Tuesday [May 25, 1909] South Hill Cottage,
Stow-on-the-Wold.
My dearest Kathleen,
I didn’t get back to Oxford till long after post time last night and so couldn’t answer your letter. It was a surprise. I hope your great aunt isn’t going to be very ill. Thank goodness they didn’t want you at Leamington. I am beginning to have doubts as to whether I shall see you today after all. If it’s too wet I suppose I shan’t find you at the Club, but then there’s nothing to stop me coming over to see you either at Kitebrook or the Barnsleys’. I hope you know exactly what I may or may not do while Auntie’s away, as I haven’t the least idea myself. If I oughtn’t to come to tea you’ll have to interview me in the hall.
I saw Mrs. Bywater Ward in Oxford yesterday but not the daughter who is going out to be married. She flatly disbelieved a lot that I said and told me so. The daughter is up in Yorkshire, I think, learning to milk. Old Mrs. B. W. hoped that you and her daughter would be friends. If the daughter takes after the mother, it is unlikely. Through talking to her I just missed the afternoon train and couldn’t get away till 7:30. Not a satisfactory day altogether.
Do you know the tourney begins at 2:00 o’clock this afternoon? It will probably be a sort of doubtful afternoon when some people turn up and others don’t. It doesn’t matter which you do. I shall not go into the Club to enter my name until I am sure that you have turned up and if you don’t turn up I shall come and find out why.
Your letter this morning was the nicest you have ever written to me. I love to be told you love me. I ought to know, of course, without telling and so I do, but I shall never be tired of being told so.
I must stop now as this wants posting.
Till this afternoon.
Yours absolutely and always,
Robin
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May 25, 1909 Kitebrook
Moreton in Marsh
My dearest Robin,
In case it’s too wet for tennis this afternoon, I write to tell you what we are doing. Auntie goes to Leamington this morning and I am going to stay with the Barnsleys this evening till she returns, so I have had to put off tomorrow’s tennis. Perhaps you might call on the Barnsleys tomorrow afternoon!
What about trains to Nuneaton? I feel it is probably my duty to write and announce an hour of arrival. The shortest way seems by Banbury and Woodford, but it gets us there at 3:33 which is rather early, isn’t it? We can get there at 5:53 by Birmingham. How is that? See what you can discover. Hoping to see you this afternoon.
Yours with love,
Kathleen
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June 1, 1909 Kitebrook
Dearest,
I have just got back and found your letter. [The letter of Robin’s to which Kathleen refers is not extant.] It was nice of you to write and say you enjoyed it so much. I did too–it was just a little perfect bit. I hope to come up this afternoon. It looks fine now. If it is too wet for tennis you are not to bicycle down unless your cold is quite well please.
Yours lovingly,
Kathleen
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June 2, 1909 KITEBROOK,
MORETON-IN-MARSH.
My dearest Robin,
I am glad you did not think sooner of coming part of the way with me, for you would have had a very damp return journey. It simply pelted all the time but I did not get a bit wet. I enjoyed my afternoon very much yesterday–much more than the club.
I have asked Auntie about Friday and she says I cannot do a theatre with you alone and she does not think she ought to go out that night as we shall be out Thursday and Saturday; but if the great aunt should have taken to going to bed early since she was ill, we should like to come very much. I will drop you a line tonight or at any rate by the time you arrive tomorrow. It never struck me that it would matter going to a theatre with you any more than going for a walk!
I think I had forgotten that remark before I got your letter. [The letter of Robin’s to which Kathleen refers is not extant.] I knew you did not mean it really. I should hate to have to think you did, for I trust you so absolutely, dear.
What a weary day it seems with no prospect of seeing you and yet I have so much to do.
My best love,
Yours for ever,
Kathleen
My love to Nunnie and your aunt.
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June 2, 1909 39 Elm Park Gardens
SW
My dearest Robin,
I found your letter here when I arrived, which was nice. [The letter of Robin’s to which Kathleen refers is not extant.]
I hope you have had an amusing day at Lemington and given the prisoners a little news of the outside world.
Great Aunt Fanny says I am to ask you to dinner tomorrow night, so we shall expect you at 7:15. She herself does not come down to dinner, so you need not be alarmed! You will only have to spend about half a minute with her!
Don’t come much before the aforesaid time in your eagerness to see me!! because I shan’t be dressed and it wouldn’t be good for the great aunt to have to entertain you!
The old lady goes to bed early, so we should like to go to a theatre with you very much on Friday if you can find something which begins rather late. I will send you a line in the morning to say what we have got tickets for on Saturday so as not to clash. Please don’t go to the extravagance of stalls because we should not properly appreciate it. We always go in the dress circle as we imagine we can see better. I suppose we are rather peculiar, but we can’t help it!
I have written to Mrs. Leigh and told her either a tea basket or folding card table.
I am so looking forward to tomorrow night. I do hate a day without you now.
Yours till then (and afterwards),
Kathleen
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June 2, 1909 39 Elm Park Gardens
SW
My dearest Robin,
I have only just finished a letter to you and now I am off again. I expect you will find both waiting for you when you arrive, but Auntie insisted on my writing about tomorrow’s arrangements by tonight’s post and I had not time to say all I wanted to say, so I am continuing now–in bed, as being the only warm place!
I am so glad I meet with Nunnie’s approval. She is such a dear and I am sure she spoils you horribly. I expect she would like me anyway for your sake but I hope she will love me a little bit for my own. It was sweet of her to want to give me her photograph of you but you must not let her give me anything that she has not got another copy of. I know she loves them all and I shall have the real you, which is worth a world full of photographs.
June 3. I have just got another letter from you, which was a nice surprise as you had told me not to expect one. [The letter of Robin’s to which Kathleen refers is not extant.]
I am not venturing on the dentist today as I thought he would probably give me toothache for the dance, which would be trying, so I am going on a clothes hunt instead–a real hunt as I can’t remember the addresses of two places I want to go to. Then we lunch with Mrs. Barnsley at her club and after that go and argue about the bridesmaids’ frocks.
I don’t seem to have had much to say after all, do I!
Am just about to start the daily round. Looking forward to tonight.
Yours,
Kathleen
We have got tickets for the Follies on Saturday.
KF
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Please don’t read this till Sunday.
June 5, 1909 39 Elm Park Gardens
SW
Darling,
I want my good wishes to be the first you get on your birthday so I am sending them by post. I wish you very very many happy returns of the day and every possible happiness in the years to come.
I wish we had been at home, for I should have just loved to have spent the day quietly with you and I am afraid as it is I shan’t see much of you tomorrow.
I can’t send my birthday offering with this as it has not turned up yet. I hope it will by tomorrow.
Wishing you all that you can wish and with all my love, my Robin.
Yours ever,
Kathleen
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South Kensington Hotel,
Queen’s Gate Terrace, s. w.
THE EMPIRE HOTELS
June 6, 1909
My dearest,
I may not get a chance today to tell you how I simply loved your letter. I didn’t know that you knew today was my birthday. I would have loved to have spent it quite alone with you, but if I can’t do that I am quite indifferent what I do. You mustn’t let me get selfish with you, but at present I would much rather keep you all to myself on an afternoon like this than go out to see anything. All other things seem to have lost their attractions now. I absolutely adore you, darling, and I always shall, I know that as well as I know anything. Every day you do something or other that nearly takes my breath away with surprise that any girl could be so perfect. It was Sunday morning, very early, when I got home and found your letter. Reggie and I came down in the tube about 12:15 and I stayed awake with pure happiness for about an hour after I had read it. You can’t think how pleased I was.
With all my love, my own,
Yours as always,
Robin
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June 7, 1909 39 Elm Park Gardens
SW
My dearest Robin,
Auntie says it will do quite well if you are here at five minutes to one tomorrow if you bring a taxi with you or 12:45 without one, so we will wait for you as I expect you are sure to get here by then. Anyway, they are always late for everything so it doesn’t much matter if we are not quite punctual!
It is all right about Thursday. Auntie says I may lunch with you so I should like to very much. I wish I were going back with you on Thursday. I simply hate this more and more each day. It’s such hard work to be near you and yet–miles away! I don’t think I could stand it much longer, but I suppose it will be still worse when you have gone and I don’t see you at all.
Always yours lovingly,
Kathleen
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June 11, 1909
39 Elm Park Gardens
SW
My dearest,
I did so want to write to you last night but I could find nothing to write on! I had not taken any writing things and there were none in my room. It was good to have you all to myself again. I did enjoy it. I don’t think I realised till I got you quite how much I had wanted you these last few days, although I knew I wanted you very, very much.
I have just got back and am due to fit my habit directly.
I have heard from M. Causton asking you and me to play tennis Wednesday. I will decline it if I can. I am afraid Goring won’t look its best today.
My best love, dear,
Ever yours,
Kathleen
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HARROD’S ROYAL EXCHANGE,
BROMPTON ROAD,
S. W.
June 11, 1909
My dearest Robin,
I have just remembered I did not send you my address this morning. I shall be at
Chessington House
Ewell
Surrey
Such a horrid cold day and trying to rain. Don’t take a dislike to Goring.
Yours ever,
Kathleen
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June 11, 1909 39 Elm Park Gardens
London SW
My dearest Robin,
I wonder how you have got on today and how you liked Goring!
I had a very quick journey up this morning, only 45 minutes to London Bridge where I got a taxi and had quite a nice drive all along the Embankment. Of course I have been rushing madly about since then and I think I have done almost everything now.
I did enjoy yesterday so much. I am so glad you came. I wanted you to all the time, but I felt I ought to try and persuade you not to come all that way just for the sake of coming with me. It was rather a half-hearted attempt though, wasn’t it?, because I knew if I said you were not to come you wouldn’t and I did want you so much, darling, after all these horrid days. Auntie has not mentioned your “seeing me off” so I have told her nothing. I don’t suppose she would mind a bit really, but it seems to me to spoil things so to let the world in.
I have just got your letter from Goring. How splendid of you to tell me about it at once. I didn’t think I could have got a letter from you tonight. I think it sounds a charming spot and it’s all the nicer if it’s not too “superior”. The bathroom certainly does sound a bit primitive but perhaps if I punt we may get an impromptu ducking now and then!
I go to Ewell tomorrow afternoon.
I have told Margey Causton we can’t go there on Wednesday so we’ll just have a day of our own. I have at last got a letter written to Tom. He will have thought I didn’t mean to answer his.
It has been so wet and nasty here today.
We hear today that Mrs. and Miss Eddy liked Kitebrook very much and may possibly take it for a year. They are Americans and, according to the agent, charming!
I am just longing to be home again and to see you.
Ever yours lovingly,
Kathleen
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June 12, 1909
Waterloo
My dearest Robin,
With my accustomed skill I have chosen to go by a train which does not happen to run on this particular day, so I have to spend an hour and a quarter in this charming spot waiting for the next.
There doesn’t seem to be much news. It’s been rather a wetter day than usual but otherwise nothing has happened.
We went on a wedding-cake hunt this morning!
I am asking some souls for tennis next Friday, so make no engagements please for that day!
I wish you were going to travel down with me today. It seems such a long time since Thursday.
Ever yours with love,
Kathleen
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June 13, 1909
Ewell,
Surrey
My dearest Robin,
What has become of you? No letter today or yesterday! I shall be quite worried if I don’t hear tomorrow! It seems such a long time to get on without hearing a word about you.
I got here eventually last night but it was much too wet for tennis and I am afraid the court will be too soft today, though it looks like being a glorious day.
Kitty had to go out to a meeting after dinner last night so I spent a happy evening playing bridge with her father and two brothers while her mother disturbed the peace with loud snores!
Do please think by Wednesday what I am to tell Uncle, because I must say something when I write to tell them if we have been able to change the day.
I believe I have sold my horse. I have decided to let him go at £35 (a drop of £60!) as I think it is better to get rid of him now. I might get a bit more in the autumn but he would have to be kept all the summer so it would come to much the same in the end.
I have been put through a regular catechism about you by each member of the family here. I think I shall have to write a short essay on you and hand it round to all those who profess to be interested! People ask such weird questions which have never occurred to me before.
Give my love to Nunnie and Miss Risley.
I do hope I’ll get a letter tomorrow, dear. It seems so long to wait for news till I get home.
With all best love
Yours ever,
Kathleen
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June 13, 1909 South Hill Cottage,
Stow-on-the-Wold.
My dearest,
Truly, you want someone to look after you when you travel. How you must have hated waiting at Waterloo! Were you very angry? I have managed to get through a day and a half, but it hasn’t been very thrilling. It is rather nice down by that stream, but that only made me more . . . hungry than ever, so I came back again. Perhaps all men in love get rather sentimental, for certainly the effect of being down there on a rather nice summer evening made me want you very badly. This morning my aunt and I went to Tower Swell church and this afternoon I can spend writing to you. Tomorrow morning I have asked Evered to play tennis with me at the Club and thank goodness you return tomorrow afternoon and on Tuesday I shall see you, even though I can’t get near you. Strangely enough I have not made any arrangements for Friday. I have not had the opportunity and even if I had I should refuse all invitations until I knew what you were likely to be doing. I have told Evered that I think I can play for him on the 24th of June. I can’t honestly say I want to but I suppose I ought if I’m wanted.
Kathleen, my love, it is hateful to be right away from you like this. You mean too much to me now to be separated like this. Surely this is the last time. You mustn’t be away again for long. Odd days I don’t mind so much, though they are bad enough when they come, but I haven’t had you really to myself since we were at Camp Hill, except at Woolwich and even then it wasn’t quite the same. You dear little girl, I never thought it possible to be quite so happy as you can make me. That, I suppose, is why these days without you are so hateful.
I haven’t any news, I wrote so much yesterday. I wonder what you would write to me if you were penned up for three days with nothing to do like I am. I wish I was playing tennis with you this afternoon, for I suppose that is what you are doing. I want you, dear, more now than I have ever wanted anything in my life or than I ever thought it possible to want anything. I just love you.
Yours for always,
Robin
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Evesham Journal, July 24, 1909
CHASTLETON
WEDDING OF MISS FREER AND MR. STUBBS.
The wedding took place at St. Mary’s church, Chastleton, on Wednesday afternoon between Mary Kathleen, only daughter of the late Mr. F. H. Freer, Kitebrook House, Moreton-in-Marsh, and Mr. Robin Holford, Stubbs, of South Hill Cottage, Stow-on-the-Wold, son of the late Mr. J. W. Stubbs, of Quar Wood, Stow-on-the-Wold. The weather was beautifully fine for the event and naturally it caused a good deal of excitement in Chastleton and the neighbourhood where the bride is well known and popular. The church had been very prettily decorated by Mrs. Richardson, Chastleton House, with white lilies, ferns and palms. A large number of invited guests were present in the church. The bride, who was given away by her brother, Mr. G. H. Freer, was dressed in soft white satin trimmed with white embroidered roses and a touch of silver and wreath of orange blossoms. She carried a bouquet of white orchids, lilies of the valley, heather, and orange blossoms. She was attended by five bridesmaids, Miss Grisewood, Miss Stubbs, Miss Barnes, Miss Prichard, and Miss B. Whitehead. The bridesmaids were dressed in pale mauve ninion-de-soie with darker mauve scarves, and hats of pale mauve trimmed with shaded mauve and pink sweet peas, and carried bouquets of sweet peas to match, the gifts of the bridegroom, and also wore mauve enamel watch brooches, also the gifts of the bridegroom. The bridegroom was attended by his brother, Mr. T. W. Stubbs, as best man. The officiating clegy were the Rev. A. G. Grisewood and the Rev. A. G. Sneyd. The hymns sung were “The voice that breathed o’er Eden” and “O perfect love all human thought transcending,” while the Psalm was lxvii., “God be merciful unto us.” Over the entrance to the Kitebrook House an arch had been erected bearing the motto, “Good luck,” while at the church a covered awning had been erected and decorated with plants, carpet being laid along from the road to the church doors. The organ was played during the service by Mr. Walter Newman, while on leaving the church the Wedding March was played by Mr. T. W. Stubbs.
A reception was afterwards held at Kitebrook house, at which the following were present: Rev. A. G., Mrs. and Miss Grisewood, Mr. T. W. Stibbs, Mrs. Stubbs, Miss Daphne Stubbs, Mr. and Mrs. Stubbs, Miss Violet Stubbs, Mr. and Mrs. Barnsley, Mr. and Mrs. Richardson, Miss Rosemary Richardson, Miss Risley, Mrs. Attwood, Miss Wiggin, Rev. J. A. and Miss A. Dawkins, Mr. J. Dawkins, Hon. Mrs. Dawkins, Mr. H. Dawkins, Mr. and Mrs. Burkinyoung, Mr. and Mrs. A. Keen, Hon. Mrs. ? Rice, Mrs. Daly, Mrs. and Miss Broome Witts, Mr. and Mrs. Byass, Mrs. Becher, Mrs. and Misses Spencer, Miss Francis, Mrs. and Miss Bryant, Mr. and Mrs. Style, Mrs. E. English, Rev. J. A. Sneyd, Rev. C. and Mrs. Moon, Mrs. E. Francis, Mrs. and Misses Wingfield, Mrs. Rice Wiggin, Misses M. and T. Causton, Miss Causton, Miss Laurance, Mrs. Frevite, Mrs. Prichard, Mr. Currie, Mr. and Mrs. Crocker, Mrs. and Miss Johnson, Mr. Treehurst, Rev. H. F. and Mrs. Kelsall, Lady Risley, Miss Risley, Mr. C. Risley, Rev. A. Garnett, Mrs. Hall, Rev. D. and Mrs. Lockwood, Miss J. Cheetham, Mrs. Norman Whitaker, Mrs. Pempstone, Major and Mrs. Knox, Miss Stevenson, Mrs. Chamberlayne, Mr. Wyatt. Large marquees had been erected on the lawn in front of the house.
The following is the list of presents:–
Bridegroom to bride, diamond bracelet, sapphire and diamond brooch, diamond ring, pearl and amethyst brooch and pendant.
Bride to bridegroom, dressing case, mother of pearl waistcoat buttons and links, gold watch chain.
Mrs. Arnold, travelling clock; Misses B. and M. Allen, silver-topped scent bottle; Mrs. Attwood, silver teapot, sugar basin, and cream jug; Mrs. Arkwright, picture.
Misses Barnes, tortoise shell clock; Mr. A. and Hon. Mrs. Brassey, luncheon box; Mrs. and Misses Bryant, air cushion; Mr. and Mrs. Byass, writing case; Mrs. Becher,prayer book in bag; Mr. and Mrs. Barnsley, books of reference, paper case, and book stand; Mr. R. M. Barnsley, blotter.
Mrs. and the Misses Causton, writing case; Mrs. Clayton, silver box; Mr. and Mrs. Crocker, brass candlesticks; Miss Coulson, photograph frame; Miss Cuckitt, tea cloth; Miss Cholmondeley, sugar basin and cream jug; the Misses Cheetham, copper box; Mr. T. C. Currie, tantalus; Mr. and Mrs. Coleman, knife-rests; Mr. Copston, napkin ring.
Rev. J. and Mrs. Dawkins, linen; Mr. and Mrs. G. H. Dawkins, Mr. J. F. Dawkins, and Miss A. Dawkins, dressing bag; Miss Dawkins, cheque; Miss F. Dawkins, Sheriton clock; Col. and the Hon. Mrs. Dawkins, travelling clock; Mr. H. Dawkins, silver scent bottle; Mr. J. Dawkins, cheque; Miss F. Dawkins, match box; Miss Tyrwhitt Drake, silver salt spoons and silver salt bottle; Miss A. Tyrwhitt Drake, pearl brooch; Capt. and Mrs. Daly, hat pin; Mrs. Dugdale, silver candlesticks.
Mrs. English, silver sealing wax holder; Mr. and Mrs. Evered, silver toast rack; Capt. and Mrs. English, book of poems.
Mr. G. H. Freer, old silver tea pot, coffee pot, hot water jug, tea caddies, etc., cigar box; Mr. D. C. Freer, teapot and cigarette box; Mr. and Mrs. Hylton Foster, tea cloth; Mr. Fox, diamond ring; Mr. and Mrs. E. Francis, candlesticks; Mr. and the Hon. Mrs. Farrer, chafing dish; Mrs. Fletcher, silver-topped dish; Mr. and Mrs. Fenwich, da??t; Mrs. and Miss Johnson, Thermos jug; the Misses Fenwick, old Sheffield plate box.
Hon. Mrs. Godman, dispatch case; Rev. A. and Mrs. Grisewood, silver hot water jug; Miss Grisewood, folding tea table; Major and Mrs. Gibson, cheque; Rev. A. and Mrs. Garnett, coffee machine; Mr. J. G. Gibson, knife.
Mr., Mrs., and Miss Hoare, cushions; Mrs. Heberden, enamel buttons; Mr. and Mrs. A. C. Hall, travelling cushion; Mr. and Mrs. Foster Harter, fan.
Mr. and Mrs. Jeffrey, silver clock; Miss Whitmore Jones, pearl and amethyst pendant; Mrs. and Miss Johnson, Thermos jug.
Hon. Mrs. Kearsey, umbrella; Mrs. Grinham Keen, syphon holder; Rev. H. J. and Mrs. Kelsall, hot water glass; Mr. and Mrs. A. Keen, silver vase; Major and Mrs. Knox, case of hat pins and buttons.
Mr. and Mrs. Leigh, tea basket; Mr. H. Leigh, lamp; Col. and Mrs. Little, silver inkstand; Mrs. Laurance, fan; Mrs. Lay, tea cloth; Dr. and Mrs. Lorena, pendant.
Rev. C. and Mrs. Moon, silver seal; Mrs. Male, handbag; Mrs. Martin, case of silver spoons; the Misses Martin, silver clock; Miss Mercer, silver photograph frame; the Misses Moberley, card case.
Mr. and Mrs. Need, fan; Mr. and Miss Nichols, travelling clock; Miss Noble and Mr. R. Hookham, toast rack.
Mrs. Grosvenor Perry, tea tray; Miss Prichard, picture; Mrs. Price, sunshade; Miss Phipps, silver photo frame; Mrs. Pepystone, silver cream jug; Mrs. Perry, cake saw; Mrs. Previte, box of Patience cards; Mr. and Mrs. Prichard, Norwegian cooker.
The Hon. Mrs. Rice, gold thimble; Mr. and Mrs. Richardson, silver candlesticks; Miss V. Richardson, stamped leather blotter; Sir Herbert and Lady Risley, Mr. C. G. Risley, Miss S. Risley, silver mounted blotter and Indian trays and scarf; Miss E. E. Risley, gold sleeve links and dessert service; Lady Redesdale, rug.
Major and Mrs. Scott, china flower pot; Mrs. and Misses Spencer, tortoise shell and silver box; Mrs. Sneyd, silver sugar dredger; Mrs. Scott, case of tea knives; Mr. and Mrs. Samuda, china inkstand; Mrs. Stenson, case of scissors; Mr. and Mrs. Style, silver inkstand; Mr. T. W. Stubbs, cheque; Mrs. T. W. Stubbs and Miss D. Stubbs, Mr. and Mrs. Barkinyoung, canteen; Miss Stevenson, table centre; Mr. and Mrs. Stubbs, pair of entree dishes; Miss V. Stubbs, table centre and d’oyleys.
Mrs. Thursby, carriage clock; Mr. Ticehurst and Mr. Wyatt, field glasses; Mr. George Teal, paper knife.
Miss R. Waller, card case; Miss Wiggin, pearl and amethyst pendant; Mrs. and Miss Rice Wiggin, picture; Mrs. Waddingham, card case; Mr. and Mrs. Warden, Thermos flash; Miss Wicks, photograph frame; Mr. ond Mrs. Wingfield, old silver spoon; Mrs. and Miss Broome Witts, silver candlesticks; Mr. and Mrs. Norman Whitaker, dijueneur decanters; Miss Witts, scarf; Mr. Whitehead, silver-topped scent bottle; Miss B. Whitehead, cushion; Miss Whitehead, cushion; Misses Witts, handkerchiefs.
Indoor and outdoor servants at Kitebrook, Mr. H. Marshall, and Mrs. Newman, case of silver salt cellars and spoons.
The parishioners of Chastleton, prayer book.