Postcard, John Bryce, May 6, 1917, back

London 6.5.17

My Dear Little Rummey

I hope you are quite well.

Are you looking after mother all right? What do you mean by saying you wont have any loves & Kisses left for me? I suppose you must have got a little boy since I left you. But you’d better keep some for me.

Heaps of love & Kisses

Father

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