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Every member of the Exeter Club still speaking to us that could
toddle helped to fill in the pews, which were liberally larded with
some of Amelia's suffragette friends (who thankfully did not wear
their banners and badges). Any empty spaces were taken by Norrey and
her "mates"-who, to their credit, now that they have the pelf from
our raid on the temple in their pockets, do seem to be trying to "go
straight." Twin is helping them there, getting them set up in little
businesses that are bound to do well if they are properly managed.
Miss Norrey has found an entirely new calling; she's training to be a
cook under Gopal, if you can credit it!
Ceremony modern-no "obeying" allowed, thank you, in the presence of
so many suffragettes. Bishop beaming, grooms and brides beaming,
general company beaming, everyone retired to the Club itself for
wedding supper, and pets as good as gold. Much spoiled, too; half
expected the little monkey to be sick, he was fed so many sugarplums.
Much more admiration of the floral decorations.
We've got them all off on a train an hour ago, for honeymoons all
around. Only a fortnight though; Mrs. Amelia still has classes and
the clinic will be shorthanded without Mrs. Maya.
Cousin Reuben's eldest son Bertie will make the perfect Earth Master
to complete Maya's training; they got along like two old friends at
the wedding, and bless you for suggesting him. I'm putting him up at
my flat in Piccadilly for the nonce; he can decide later if he wants
to make an extended stay and join my bachelor shambles or find some
digs of his own. He's going to help Twin out with the shop and import
business, as you suggested; I would never have guessed that an
offspring of Cousin Reuben would turn out to have such a good head
for it.
I consulted with Maya's Peter about the wedding present you
suggested, and he agreed that it is the perfect answer, and I really
do think I can find everything within a fortnight so we can surprise
Maya when the bride and groom return home. Old Gupta is positively
ebullient over the idea, which means that there are no objections.
So, once I fan my fevered brow and recover from all this, I will be
out hunting: one female Hanuman langur, one female saker falcon, one
male Eurasian eagle-owl. I know you can persuade old Lord Nettleton
to part with one of the female Indian Ring-necks from his aviaries,
and would you sort through our livestock at the manor for a
particularly nice peahen?
All my love
Your grandson, Lord Peter Almsley
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