He is very genuinely pleased.

As for the rest, life goes on as usual.
I laugh as I think of all your new aunts and cousins looking you over and wondering if you'll fit, and then saying to one another as they go to bed: "She is lovely--isn't she ?" I could tell 'em a thing or two if I had a whack at 'em.
And you'll soon have all your pretty things in place in your pretty home, and a lot more that I haven't seen.

I'll see 'em all before many years--and you, too! Tell me, did Chud get you a dinner book?
Keep your record of things: you'll enjoy it in later years.

And you'll have a nice time this autumn--your new kinsfolk, your new friends and old and Boston and Cambridge.

If you run across Mr.
Muffin, William Roscoe Thayer, James Ford Rhodes, President Eliot--these are my particular old friends whose names occur at the moment.
My love to you and Chud too, Affectionately, W.H.P.
The task of being "German Ambassador to Great Britain" was evidently not without its irritations.
_To Arthur W.Page_ September 15, 1915.
DEAR ARTHUR: Yesterday was my German day.