Dearest Minnie, Since my letter from Oxford another pleasant thing has happened - an excursion to Learington, leaving here Tuesday evening after dinner and getting back to late dinner on Friday and so having a day for Warurck and Kenilworth, one for Stratford and one for Coventry. I had been there but once before, 4 years ago, then for only a day or two, and it was a very great pleasure to see it once more, but as usual with anything that I care very much about, I find it very tantalizing to get only glimpses. I want to stay long enough in a district to let it grow with me and become really me possession. The day before going to L. we saw the GÇ£LoveGÇÖs Labour LostGÇ¥ in the woods at Wimbledon, a simply perfect stage it was and it was very well acted so that it was charming, but how much more charming in everything but the beautiful first setting GÇ£Much Ado About NothingGÇ¥ was last night at the Lyreron. You know, for you have seen Terry in it. She was more fascinating than I have ever seen her. What a pleasure it is to see a play of Shakespeare given as they give them! I enclose a clip about last night, as it may amuse you to glance at IrvingGÇÖs anything but eloquent speech. I was so tired after the 3 days of sightseeing (although it was of such an easy sort, as we drove everywhere and took everything very quietly) that I did nothing yesterday until 3:30, when I went with them to the National Gallery, as it was the boysGÇÖ first visit to it, I wanted to be with them. We stayed an hour and a half or more, which was a long stretch for me, but I was more of a cicerone than a looker in my own account, so that it was not so tiring. Today I have done nothing but go to the afternoon service at the Abbey, when the music was beautiful and the light perfect. You will see from this record that I am not yet up to much sightseeing and I suppose it is well for me that my time in London is nearly over, for I do not gain much except in flesh and the dampness has brought out rheumatic pains again most unpleasantly. Writing is so uncomfortable that I am trying a quill (with most untidy result) and tomorrow am going to try to hunt up a typewriter or stenographer, as there are some letters that must be written, and I simply cannot write them. I wonder when, if ever, the time will come when we can see some of the things and places we both love over here together! Alas and hurray both - I have got a typewriter today and while as you will see the things that go to you by this mail, she is not perfect, she is more satisfactory than anyone I have ever had and I have a large batch ready for the mail. I am too tired after it to add anything but goodbye. Last night I heard Lohengrim again, not because I wanted to, for it is not well enough given, but because the boys wanted very much to go to the opera here and it was the last night of the season. I also spent an hour with [illegible] and the French [illegible] of the Abbey, again acting as guide! This was all my sightseeing yesterday and today it has been nil, except that of the London streets, as I had to go to the City. Lovingly yours, Mary E.G.
