I can scarcely write. I have a sore thum.
c/o Miss Campbell, Wellcroft, Helensburgh.
Monday.
Annie, dear Annie, I hope that I am not the first to tell you that your lovely home is a mass of ruin. We have lost everything but our lives for which let us be thankful to God. When I left George early on Sat morning, I went to No. 6 to see if I could salvage anything. I almost collapsed when I saw the place in ruins> The building in the main road at Peter Russels was burning. After a mental prayer to our HeavenlyFather to confort you and George & James. I set off for Helensburgh as I had arranged with George. I had to walk almost to Dumbarton before I got a bus to Wellcroft. Within an hour or so I had been bathered and fed and put to bed in Miss campbells own bed, for which I bless her. It was the best sleep of my long life. George and James were heros to me on Friday night taking me to the Shelter twice in one night. You can be proud of George in a time of trouble. I think he is a braver man than ever I was. In all my troubles there was never anything like this happened. Fraggie (?) is heartbroken and said when I arrived that I should have brought George too. I am sleeping alone in the new cottage and dining in Wellcroft which is full of kind Christian people of both sexes. I have been supplied with new underclothes and everything else that I need. Will you try to let me know where George is and James too if you can find out. I am very tired. Those two nights nearly finished me. Now Darling Annie, let me thank you for all your kindness to me during my stay with you. You were very very kind and considerate to me. And now for the hardest bit of my letter:- Dear Annie and George if it should please God to take me home.
