There was still no time for letter writing because, as he told his mother, ‘We are still very busy getting our dugout in order again: the rain caused the sides to fall in and the door was in great danger for some time – but after working hard at it for the whole of yesterday and also today it is now beginning to assume its old shape again…you can imagine the calamity caused rather a stoppage in our business and I am very busy getting things in order again – so, dear, you won’t mind if I end this letter now as I must help mend our dugout.’

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