Sunday
Very sharp frost. The garden all white, and grey fog over the
fields. Stayed in all day. Wrote to
Daphne. Wrote notes. Reading. Margery went to the Armistace Day Service at Waltham . She always goes. Margery of course has the
strongest remembrances of her brothers.
Delicious tea, and then writing,
and reading Massingham’s latest book, ‘A Country Garden’. Excellent, like all his stuff.
Margery told me that a young married
woman in the parish is in the family way, and it is suspected that the father
is not her husband but a Czech. Another woman in the village said quite
seriously to Margery: “Well, of course, we shall know when the baby begins to talk.”
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