My dear Cal,

This morning I met Robert Buchanan and he told me, he had been hearing you preach on Sabbath and he spoke in such glowing terms of your success that I felt I must write immediately and cheer you up. He said, you "preached splendidly and every one was much pleased." He also said that you were a fine elocutionist and read well. So you can imagine how puffed up I was and came home walking on air. We met Dr. Lyle on Monday and he had received a telegram from Mrs. L. that she was ill, so he was leaving for Muskoka that night. I am so provoked with myself that I did not let you know before but someway it did not occur to me. Dr. L. had not intended to go up for Logie Macdonnel is taking his holiday, and I am wondering if Dr. L. would return here for Sabbath. Are having very warm weather; am thankful you are in Muskoka. Do not work too hard, dear, you have next winter's work before you. My heart is full of gratitude to God for all his wonderful goodness to us. When I look back at times when we could not look ahead at all, it all seems wonderful. It seems to me that patience is what I need more than anything else. With much love Cal dear.

Your mother

M.B. McQuesten

[P.S.] Would you like me to send you Presbyterian or Westminster