My dearest Tom,

I was so glad this morning to receive letters from you and Cal. Cal's was written yesterday, Friday morning just before reaching North Bay. He had had a good sleep and felt quite fresh. It was too bad he had such a hard Hebrew paper, but I fancy Dr. McNair and Prof. McFadyen, the examiners, will not be too severe on the first year men.

I was sorry not to have a cent at my disposal to give Cal, for I just knew you would be drained of every cent. I have experienced it before, the endless number of things required. I warned him, before he went away to put nothing on the house more than he could help, for it was not to be a permanent home.

If you do not come up 'til Easter, perhaps you could get the Saturday after Good Friday. Isn't the time flying along? There is an exchange of pulpits to-morrow. We are to have Mr. Sycamore in the morning. I sent down all the Presbyterians by Cal for you. If you choose you can make your clothes into a parcel and send with the trunk; sent to the same address, the weight would just be counted and cost probably very little more.

The Macassa starts in Wednesday. Sometimes I feel as if I would like to be at Oakville where I could see the Steamers pass by. Gourlay told us today his sister had pneumonia, it might be pleurisy, which she often has. Indeed it is a good thing you were not asked to another wedding, when you get no fun out of it. Edna has made her first start at dress-making and shows considerable aptitude.

We had a thunderstorm yesterday and again last night for a brief period, the rain has cleaned things off. Have nothing to relate, it is really very dull, but I have to be quiet anyway, so it makes no difference. When I do not know what else to do, I stay in bed. With much love dearie.

Your loving mother

M.B. McQuesten