Saturday
Another fine day, and much
warmer. Out shopping for half an hour
and ‘phoned to the Coulther’s house at Elm, as Mrs. C. had suggested I should
do. Mr Coulther answered, and must
confess I did not like the sound of him.
He sounded a rather bumptious type.
However, arranged to go down this afternoon to tea, which I did. He turned out to be about 33, fair, rather
fat, and of a nature such as I would have guessed from his voice over the
‘phone – bumptious and loud. It seems
that he is an insurance agent but was directed to take up farm-work. He
thereupon bought a few pigs and a couple of Jersey cows and announced that he
was a farmer in his own right. We had a very nice farmhouse tea, with lots of butter and milk,
rather spoilt by two awful children, who squalled and quarrelled over the
tea-table. Mrs. C. is very pleasant,
with a fine handsome face, rather in the Rossetti manner. Stayed until 11, and left in a fine rain that
began to fall after a lovely warm evening.
G.M.G. Woodgate sent round today to
ask me to lunch tomorrow, as he has a chicken.
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