May 21 Darling Mother. I must write you a word, after my immense letter to Father. You're quite wrong about our places at the circus - we had the clods of mud in our eyes all right, and the Amir Zaid loved it.
I'm obliged to you about the stockings which I hope will arrive soon, otherwise I shall go barefoot.

There will be a new little 'Iraq officer soon to take the place of Sulaiman Beg, so don't despair. He will come and see you.

I really have been finding life rather wearing. Sir Henry has been very kind. I went for a nice walk with him two days ago and we talked at length about Esme, an agreeable topic. I hope you will like her. She is not everybody's fare but she should be yours. And she is mine. I've forgotten in all my letter to Father, to tell him how much interested I am in his schemes with Sir E. Benn, and also to observe that my connection with the brother is through Herbert Fisher who wrote me an irresistible letter. I haven't begun to think about the book. I must clear off the annual report to the League of Nations first. I draft it for Sir Henry. It is being a pleasant task this year.

Oh I must go to bed. It has been a horrible south wind day, heavy as lead, but as I've told Father, it has been a rather memorable day.

A year ago he and I were travelling happily home together.

I love your letters. Ever your very devoted daughter Gertrude

May 22. [22 May 1924] Another south wind day! it's not really hot but one's bones melt. However, it [sic] what we should expect in May.