Moore, Doris Langley, 1902-1989

My dear Mrs. Moore: I am sorry to say that I have absolutely nothing that could help you in a life of E. Nesbit. I met her toward the end of our stay at Dymchurch the summer of 1923, when she was already seriously ill of the heart trouble that killed her..."

"Dear Mrs Moore I am sorry to say, in reply to your letter of 31 Oct, that I fear I am unable to help you with information about Mrs Bland. The Evening I spent at her house, with Rev. Ch. Maison (and may I add, Olive Shreiner), was the only one I spent there. It must have been after the formation of the F.S.[Fabian Society] in 1883, as it was through the F.S. that I made her husband's and her acquaintance..."

"Dear Mrs Moore, Thank you for returning my little pamphlet so promptly. I am glad it interested you. - I have been looking thro' my "Hist of the F.S.," and observe that Mrs Bland is not mentioned in it. No doubt she played, and felt herself playing, a larger part than appears in my book..."

"Dear Madam, Your letter has been sent to me here. I could see you at the Fabian Office, 11 Dartmouth St, close to St. James Park Station, on [Thursday; struck out] Monday next Aug. 13th, at 2 oclock..."

"Dear Mrs Langley Moore - Thanks, rather belated, for the new edition of [?] life. I have just returned from a round of short visits and your letter and book have been slowly following me! My caretaker at the Lolly Boat only goves in once a week and my 88 year old maid here thinks that tomorrow or next week even, is as good as today for such trifles as my correspondence!..."

"Dear Mrs Langley Moore, Your letter has only just reached me, my 88 year old maid's idea of time being a bit weak, for her tomorrow does just as well as today for anything outside her daily routine. I haven't any copy of the Girls' Own Paper articles - I find it odd that my mother should have sold the copyright - it wasn't her usual plan..."

"Dear Mrs Langley Moore, Mr. [Suffitt?] gave me this proof to see if I knew of any more deaths - These are all I know..."

"Please forgive this card. I'm in such a rush. The 18th will suit me very well..."

"Dear Mrs Moore, Very many thanks indeed for the book of poems - I gather that I should have received it days ago, but owing to feeble [mindedness?] in our local post man, it got delivered to another Philips just along the road..."