11th September 1918 London
My dearest Mother
I arrived yesterday morning after a vile crossing (10 ½ hours) in a dirty little cockle shell: I was slightly sick.
I shall return tomorrow to the fold. I hope Molly told you that I’d wired her. I ought to have come over on Monday morning by Boulogne but was stopped at the last minute and that delayed me a day.
I am stopping with May and B, who send their love. I have so much to tell you that it must be a case of “all news when we meet”.
Best love to you both
Your loving Dorothy