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[[preprinted]] Thursday, February 11, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Gott sei dank! We moved 50 of those cases this morning. It was a mighty low sell, but the real idea is to get 'em moved, and this was the only offer we had. Perhaps by holding them we might have sold 'em a case or two at a time, but that isn't the game, even if there is a rupee or two more in it. We want our Lien for other purposes than to carry an ^[[unsold]] stock of cottons. 

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[[preprinted]] Friday, February 12, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

It seemed good to get a game of tennis again. Walker and I took on Buttifant and Stew and trimmed 'em right merrily four sets to nil. From what Frankie has been filling me up with I expected to see him put up a hell of a game, — he might, against the ladies. Really, it was ridiculous.