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While we watched the Princess Royal steamed out. How magnificent they all looked, silent,  mysterious, signals flashing - veritable monsters of marine magnificence & strength  & monstrous mechanical triumphs to be a little alliterative.

At night we went to the play Romance (am enclosing a program as a momento).

Next morning we left early for Glasgow & on arriving there taxied out to Mr Andrews' cousin Mrs Nelson Scott. The driver was looking for "Woodside" the name of the house & had  pulled up to question a maid. The maid didn't know but a passing lady volunteered her help & on being told where we wanted to go said "I'm from Woodside". It was Mrs Nelson Scott herself. I produced the letter from Mr Andrews & she at once recognised the hand writing, hopped into the car & took us home.

She has two cars & would have given us a fine time touring round but her chaffeur & son are at the war & there is no one to drive them. Her son is a captain in one of the Scottish regiments. However she rang up all the theatres in Glasgow to try & get seats but everywhere was full so she provided us in a very nice way with the means of having a good time (cash). She is a lovely woman & couldn't do too much for us. She is going to send us parcels when we are at the front & has extended to us an open invitation to go there any time we have an opportunity.

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