France. 5th Jany 1918
My Dearest:
Unless I develop a burst of speed somewhere about here I am not going to get a letter away to-day. Its been awfully busy somehow or other hereabouts to-day. But I’m wasting time. I didn’t get any letter last night but old Miller came up this morning with my parcel. You Sweetheart! I just love my beautiful cigarette case its the nicest one I have seen the grand little initial its just perfect Dear. And the book! just exactly what I’ve been honing for ever since I had the other Belloc book. You are the best ever and I could hug you to pieces where you stand this very minute
I am in the seventh Heaven all day about it. We moved last night and now I am so far below the surface of the earth that it would take two bits to send a whizz bang down to me. Its very stuffy but warm and the only thing that could get in would be a gopher, so that it is to be desired.
I’m sorry that this is such a wart of a short note, Dear, but it is getting awfully near time for the bag to go out and I dare not take a chance on missing the mail. I’m superstitious any more, I think –
I love you, Sweetheart of mine with all the love in the world. You are the best baby in captivity and I adore you. Thanks just ever so for the beautiful presents. Your own Ross