My dear dear boy,

Just a few lines. We got home last evening, but I was very tired, so did not get up this morning but am feeling better now. It was really so cold in Muskoka that we could not enjoy the water trips at all and did not venture on an all day trip round the Lakes. We suffered so much with the cold going for 2 1/2 hrs to Judd Haven that we thought it useless to spend our money. Sydney Stevenson has come in to tea, they all feel the Judge's death, but it is hardest for Jessie, her father was every thing to her, the others have their families. Hilda was up before I came home, they spoke of "the beautiful letter" from you. I am glad you have the gift of writing a good letter. While I was away had the Globe sent me, it does not compare with the Montreal Herald. Yours is really a fine paper. Wasn't it very pleasing to receive that book from Senator David? Glad you were to have a change to Knowleton.

Saw Harry Evans and his sister at Port Carling, they had come over in Mrs. Sanford's Yacht. Harry asked for you, said he had lost sight of you. Saw Ernie Henderson too.

Well, the Carnival is next week. Whether there will be anything of interest to us do not know. Wasn't it sad about Mr. Pirie? Mr. Steel came down from Muskoka with us. He said when Mr. Begue went up to him after the Shooting. Mr. P. said "I have just been shooting at my wife's picture and then I put a shot through my own head pointing to the place, Don't you think it was a good place?" Quite out of his mind from brooding over his wife's death. They were everything to each other and had no religion and had nothing to fall back upon for comfort. Mr. S. said he did not drink, nor gamble, nothing of the sort, he was not that kind but full of humour. Well dearie, must close shall spend no more money on summer trips but keep it for visiting you sometimes. With much love.

Your loving mother

M.B. McQuesten