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12, Beaumont Street, W.
June 26, 1906.
My dear Peter,
There is very good news today, at least good news for me – that we are coming home on Thursday. My kind doctor did his last job for me this morning, taking out some stitches, just as Dr McBride did for you after you fought the barges, and now I have only got to get home and grow well and strong again.
I think today must have been very hot at school, and I daresay Mr Guy was in rather a bad temper with all you plaguy little boys. It is a good thing tomorrow is a half holiday again, and I hope you will have a really good game of cricket, and make more runs than all the other side put together.
This morning I went out, and was taken in a Bath chair, like a feeble old man, into Regent’s park, with Mother and Mr Barrie walking by the side.
We shall probably come on Thursday afternoon in Mr Barrie‘s motor car, if it is fine. I suppose you know that I cannot talk properly just yet, and you will all have to try and guess what I am saying, as Mary does for Nicko.
Give my love to everybody. My last letter tomorrow must be to Michael.
Your affectionate father.
The joke about the barges refers to a little accident in which I got involved at one of the canal locks, through standing in between the canal and a taut rope by which a horse was towing a barge, with the consequence that, as the horse advanced along the towing-path, my forehead was banged against an iron lock-stanchion, causing bloodshed and necessitating stitches.
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