"Pestilence has struck. The very week Endurance was to sail, Young Cecily awoke hot as a kettle. I, her loving father, could not depart frail Cecily in such a state. And Mrs. Shackleton is away at the suffragettes conference for the week, so old Shacky’s flying solo on this one."
“Young James and Edward have now too been claimed, and I am starting to feel a dreaded throat tickle. Mrs. Cooper, bless her, dropped by with jellied eels an...
