This is your birthday! The day I'm writing on I mean, of course you
won't get the letter till to-morrow so what you will have to say is
"yesterday _was_ my Birthday and Doody wrote on the evening of my
Birthday."
I'm not sending you any present for your Birthday because I can't
afford to send two presents in one week. I am sending you a present for
Xmas instead.
I am coming home to see you again soon and we'll have an awfully good
time together. We might go to the Zoo together if I can get Sunday
tickets.
Good night my little boy--I'm very tired and I've got to shave and
have a good wash before I go to bed on the floor next to your friend
Ex Corporal Willson on one side of me and with Galton and Fisher (you
have met Fisher but not Galton--he is a Scotchman and likes whiskey hot
before going to sleep)--with Galton and Fisher kicking me on the other
side.
God bless you my dearest little man. Please _please_ be very good to
dear Mummy and your newest Nanny and please _please_ don't ever spit.
I should hate to hear that you had been spitting when I come back.
Your DOODY.