But they have had no cold weather--not so cold as you have in Pinehurst.

But the sun has gone out to sea--clean gone.

We never see it.

A damp darkness (semi-darkness at least) hangs over us all the time.

But we manage to feel our way about.
A poor photograph goes to you for Xmas--a poor thing enough surely.
But you get Uncle Bob[32] busy on the job of paying for an Ambassador's house.