31 May 1921

31 May 1921

Hotel Beau Site, Clarens-Montreux, Switzerland

Know that goldfinch I have tamed – he comes right into my bedroom now & eats breakfast crumbs beside the bed. He is a ravishing little bird. If only he were carpet trained. But Im afraid you can’t train birds. He seems just as surprised as I am. The sparrows now that he has come in grow bold & come as far as the parquet, too. But I won’t have them. I aspire to having taught this goldfinch to present arms with my founting pen by the time you come - to do you honour. I also dream of it singing an address of welcome - holding the address you know in one claw.
Squire has written asking for another story & also begging me to write a novel. Mrs Belloc Lowndes says - won’t you telephone her if you’ve time? Every single afternoon there is a thunderstorm. Here I stopped. The doctor came. Its really funny. I must tell you. My chill is slightly better but I have symptoms of whooping cough! Il n’a manqué que ca! Oh Boge!
I am yours
Wig.

[To J. M. Murry in Collected Letters,  24 May.]