19 Craven Hill Gardens
Lancaster Gate. N2. May 12.18
My darling pal:
This is Sunday and I haven't gone out at all. I thought I would treat myself to a morning in bed and Mrs. McGibbon joined me and we had a picnic breakfast and read and slept until nearly lunch time. Half the house came to visit us for they all thought my vaccination had 'taken' and was quite disappointed that I was only lazy and not an invalid. However there is plenty of time yet but I had quite made up my mind to take three or four days off beginning to-morrow. Now I can't for fear my arm gets bad later on. I don't think though that it is going to take all this time - Miss Macdonald said it would not be likely to do so since I was so ill last time.
I am sending you the Observer with a sort of rehash of all Lloyd George has been going through lately. It is a pity he can't be left alone to carry on things for he seems to be the only man who has a big enough mind to grasp the whole situation. He is wonderfully clever in clearing himself no matter what fabrications they weave about his doings. But his speeches are so simple and sincere that they seem to inspire confidence in everyone, even those who have been a bit shaken by libelous stories of him. I think you will be like that some day Arfa and I will just sit by the fire and be very proud!
I hope you are quite better dearest - I don't like the sound of a long march when you are feeling so used up. The papers all say the Canadians will be in the next great offensive. Do you think so dearie or is it just a surmise of the all wire newspapers. You must know fairly accurately though by the movements of the Hun.
Good-night my darling heart. Take good care of yourself and send for me soon for your leave. All love and kisses from your little pal
Alice S. Leighton