Hedrington Hall North Hants Thursday 13th May 1920 Mr. Goodfellow, For I now know truly that this is your name, having got it from the vicar. Please send me a letter immediately detailing who you are and whence you have come. I have petitioned all the village—no one knows anything of your character, nor have you placed an order at the baker, the butcher or the costermonger. A character reference from a person of Quality would be most appreciated at this point. I myself am descended from the Beedles of Running March; in fact there is some genealogical evidence that suggests sang-royal may run though our veins but I have no wish to boast, of course. Your neighbour, Elspeth Flora Peregrine Coltsfoot P.S. I enclose herewith a seedcake from my kitchen as a little token of my welcome. You may judge this a little forward but I was brought up to show kindness to strangers. I trust you will enjoy it. My cook is most proficient.
Hedrington Hall North Hants Friday 14th May 1920 Mr. Goodfellow, I have still not received a letter but am presuming that the bucket of bluebells, left on the gravel beside the front door might be from you? Is this a peace offering? From what I remember, the woods around the cottage simply flourish with said flowers at this time of the year. There is a dell to the west of your kitchen, beyond the antique oaks, in which they proliferate. Is that where they came from? I have put them in the drawing room where they pick up the indigo of the chinoiserie sofa. I am still awaiting a WRITTEN correspondence but thank you nonetheless for the bouquet. Your neighbour, E. Coltsfoot
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