I am thinking of Sarn as I write this, and of the best of
lovers. Mister Woodseaves ud be very glad of the sewing and the
pickle and the damson cheese Sarn was so kind as to mention.
Perhaps might speak to your sister one day about it. Mister
Woodseaves says that is the best cough cure ever, and tried it
one foggy night after getting back from here to Lullingford, but
thinks it ud take a woman to mix it proper. Sorry about the
harvest and the calf, but no need to worry about Huglet’s dog,
not being afraid of any dog, nor of Huglet neither. But that was
a near shave at the Baiting, by gum, and a plucky woman to rush
in the like of that and save a poor fellow. For Mister
Woodseaves hears tell it was a woman did it, a tall slim woman
with beautiful dark eyes, so they do say. It inna for me to say
anything, as you know, Sarn. But others will talk. Weaver says
if ever he had an acquaintance he’d lief she was that sort. And
so good night, and a merry Christmas from