My dear dear boy,

There is really nothing worth relating. The girls are deep in Mission Band Work and a card from Ruby to-day said she expected to be home beginning of next week. It will really be a great help to the girls at home to have her. Mr. Kenelm Trigge must have worked himself into a very bad temper after leaving us. Hedley sent for his things and sent them off. Afterwards I received a communication from K.M. Trigge, it did not comprise with usual forms, but just "the desk the book-case etc., have arrived," and then went on to say that the key of the desk was not in it and that there was another pair of snow-shoes requesting me to send them immediately. It was really insolent, and I was tempted to send a sharp reply. I sent it on to Tom, who thought it "abominable." He took a pair of snow-shoes down to Toronto last year and he thinks they are at Miss Maxwell's. Hedley says he packed the things himself and knows he put the keys inside. So I wrote Mr. Ken a card simply stating the facts, thought I would not condescend to notice his rudeness, but he is just showing his true colors. Of course you will not mention the matter to him. Hilda felt so indignant, she immediately packed up the trifles he had given her and sent them back, demanding her own photograph.

It was a kind providence, that saved us from that creature. Strange! But a bad mouth is an unfailing indication. Poor Mrs. Bell! She is afflicted with Charlie's future Mother-in-law. Mrs. Gates gave a "Tea" for all the family connections to meet Mr. C. W. Bell, poor Mrs. Bell was too ill to go, but Mrs. G. utterly refused to believe and wrote Mrs. B. a most furious letter then she sent for Florrie and abraded them for never having done any thing for "Ishe," not having given any entertainment for her & O Dear! I hope you will be very careful as to the kind of mother your girl has, for I would never stand any dictation and there would certainly be a scene.

I thought the Tatler excellent last week, when Dr. Rains was here he told me all the families in Minnesota had their telephones. Went to see Mary Stevens yesterday, she looked so pretty and happy. Isn't the weather perfectly wonderful? Do you know our furnace is still unlit and to-day we have not lit our grate fire yet. It is just fine the way we are saving coal. Well, my dear, am sorry to hear nothing of interest to tell but things are very hum-drum. Grace Rioch says Jack is getting on finely, weighs 155 lbs and has got a contract from one of the finest hotels in Adirondack, for 150 doz eggs and 100 chickens a week. So he has to build more houses and increase his stock. With much love from all.

Your loving Mother

M.B. McQuesten