Daisie took Rose and Susanna to Murree and the bungalow is very empty – lots of work and the Soldiers’ Home keeps me busy. There is no chaplain, so I have to run it through the summer and have been busy getting a Committee together.
The great Fête in Mrs. Blakeway’s garden for the Red Cross. Daisie has a stall of home produce, helped by Miss Durell, and Susanna dances with the lot of other pretty little girls – she enjoys it immensely. To-morrow she goes to the Longdens at Kohat for a week. I am out bivouacking to-morrow taking the 2/6 Devons for their test.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Brigade Staff Tour under Division to Jalozai – interesting, and nice weather. No rain and everything very dry and dusty. Daisie was rather badly bitten by Velia [presumably a pet dog?] on the 7th, and should have gone to Kasauli, but wouldn’t. There was a mad-dog in the compound the day before and of course I feel anxious. Her hand festered, but seems all right now. Velia also snapped Susanna yesterday, not badly.
Col. Ewart is now promoted Major General and this brings me on to the list of paid A.D.C.s*, for which I am duly grateful, and hope I may now at last begin to pay off my debt of £2000. My income is now £2090 a year and Daisie has her own £100 for her dresses. On January 1st, Daisie’s birthday, Susanna had a very fine fancy dress party of all the children here, about 40, and we also dressed up, Daisie as a Swedish peasant, Miss Durell Dutch, and I in my beautiful uniform of Chasseurs à pied, which I got while I was in France last year.
Daisie called me up on the telephone and told me there was a wire for me from the Chief to go to Delhi to talk about something. Glad of the trip, wish I could take Daisie too, to see our old haunts of 17 years ago. Packed up and got in to lunch by motor car, found Daisie and the chrysanthemums looking very pretty. Susanna with a cough.
There has been rain elsewhere and it is cooler. Daisie left by the 8.38 a.m. train to Murree to see her beloved Susanna, I hope she’ll have a good journey, but one is always anxious.
Susanna and Rose went off at 8.30 a.m. with Mrs. Fane to Murree. The house seems very empty and Daisie feels lonely. How awful it must be when a child, an only child, dies.