The St Kilda tram provides some surprises.
Since George Townsend’s earlier letters to Una Jones a slight familiarity has developed between them. Una Jones is the girl he met on the train. Other people have noticed their relationship. It took a tram ride to St Kilda for him to learn what others were thinking.
Kew
24th October 1914
Dear “Little Girl in the Train”
Everybody is out, and I am writing this at the Mater’s desk, with her pen, which only makes my deplorable scribble worse.
When I got home my brother said that he was going down to the St Kilda baths, so I went down and told my coach (Mr Thom) that I would not be going to Ivanhoe.
Then he asked me what train I had caught home and winked.
He then went on to tell me what he thought of me and finally said that I might have done a good deal worse.
I asked him what he meant and I found out that he had caught the same train home.
I believe I went red and looked silly, but after a short heated argument, he said that you looked “One out of a hundred”and actually had the audacity to say he liked my good taste.
Then I went for him, and the next statement he made was that you had showed rare discrimination.
I gave him up after that.
Coming home in the tram, I saw a pretty little girl in blue get in at Balaclava and, “Well it wasn’t”
My actions had attracted the attention of My Brother, who began to think he saw me in a new light.
However, I soon lulled his suspicions.
Enough of horrors.
I can’t just imagine you tracking out this afternoon, looking, well as you always look, and going about a hundred yards then getting a car-load of pure dirt in each ear and another down your neck.
I wish you joy.
(Here the inevitable headache comes on as a handy means of winding off).
Trusting to see you on Monday afternoon.
Yours Truly
Geo Townsend
P.S. If you are unable to decipher any word or words, I shall be only too happy to do so.