My darling Mother

The summer laziness is upon me and this writing of letters becomes worse and worse.

Do not remember whether I thanked you or not for my Sleave the jersey is together and looks lovely although it has been too warm to sport it either. Eatons or Sampsons have many buttons fit to put in but will try Murray's and some of the smaller shops and expect to get something. Last Wednesday night the Womans Home Missionary S met at Mrs Gartshores and we had such an interesting talk on [lauld??] by Mrs Davidson whose daughter is there. During her speech she mentioned the time you had with that old wretch Sandy. She did not know that I was sitting almost at her first and her account was very funny. However you scored one with Sandy or she the "Siller" and for Sandy came home remarking that "She's a no bad body yore" Miss G is an ardent [??] hipper of you which is very strange.

Poor Mr Gartshore was taken quite ill that night and they had to send for the doctor about twelve. The doctor came four times Thursday and appeared very anxious , Mr G insisted on her going to the picnic though as Helen was needed there. It was the Sunday School's picnic. I baked cake and we had a great old time. On Wednesday we made about 1400 sandwiches, sixteen large loaves, two hams and some salmon. Such a time as we had. We went out boating and canoeing and had lots of sport.

Friday Helen and I went down town and did some shopping. I don't think I like these Toronto stores at all Eatons in so immense and the things are really [around??] than in Hamilton.

How is Rubys sewing coming on. I do hope she is not too lazy and that Edna what is she doing? She really should write to her poor little sister who is so far from her now.-

Tom has been up several times and appears very well. Last Saturday afternoon he was up and bamboozled a fresh laid egg and of Helen the egg was warm and he swallowed it much to the amusement of the Juds. He is a very bad boy, I'm afraid Mr Gartshore is sitting out in the veranda to-day and looks better, such a delicious breeze is blowing just now. Yesterday afternoon we had a bad thunderstorm with torrents of rain, however it cleared up by Church time and we went to church again. Mr Gibb is not much of a preacher but he does his best I suppose.

Jack Gibb is really here all the time, he is sure a nice boy and it is really far better that he should be with the Gartshores than with the village boys. Leslie seems a nice kind of a boy although he does not look very well. His head is being butered for Mrs G is so afraid of his getting bald. Certainly his hair is thin on top and I am afraid he will take after his Pa. On Wednesday I leave for Walkerton, have had a number of kind letters from Mrs G and Bessy. It is too bad you have been bothered with papers from the old bucks. Ruby by can to all the writing for me as well if she likes. Am afraid my writing will not improve this writing on vernanda I am [tavers??] is rather difficult. With a great deal of love to you all and lots of hug and kisses for your own dear self your loving [??], Hilda