13th May, 1890
Dear Elsie,
The happiest of birthdays to you! Well. Let’s not say happiest, because any birthday where you don’t get to see me is obviously a bust. But happy birthday all the same. I hate this, we’re old. I hope you have a wonderful day.
I’m sorry my gifts aren’t much to look at - I thought Honeyduke’s was a safer option than me trying to bake you anything without a month’s worth of practice, but maybe next year; and the bookmarks* made me think of you. I’d have liked to get you something more fun or more special but... can’t have anyone getting nosy and asking questions about who all those amazing things are from, now can we?
Love,
Tyb
P.S. That said, if you’re wondering why the owl also left that length of rope in your room, it was supposed to. That piece of rope, Elsie, is the first step on the way to your garden swing.Tyb
@"Elsie Beauregard"