My dearest Calvin,

I have been reckoning that your letters ought to leave here on Saturday to be quite sure of reaching Regina; so I will write to-day, as to-morrow, is Saturday and we are expecting Mary and Arthur Trigge and Helen Locke. Helen is home on her holidays. The Steamer Niagara leaves Toronto on Saturdays at 3 p.m., so they will get here in nice time for tea and steamer leaves at nine. During the other days it only comes at about 9 a.m. and returns at 4:30. We are sorry Ruby does not get her holidays as early as Nellie James so she will not be here. Ruby comes Friday next week, but Helen's holidays end on the 30th.

We had a few days of warm weather, but it is always beautifully cool at night. We found it is somewhat public here, as the shore is a great resort on warm evenings. It is worst on the Sabbath which of course is the day we most want to sit on the verandah when Tom is home. Yesterday I received by express a long parcel which I expect is a screen which Tom has sent for verandah.

We saw the marriage of Jim Gowanlock to a lady of Parkdale in yesterday's paper. We had quite a storm the other day, but nothing to what it was in other localities, it was wonderful to see the colour of the lake; it is gathering for another storm now, and Mary and I had planned to return a few calls. But we are always glad of the soft water. I sent Ida Welker a Times, and had a letter from her yesterday, she sent her congratulations to you and Tom. The Colonel is giving up business and they are returning to Muscatine to live, next month they go. I sent papers to John McQ. and Jonas J. but have heard nothing from them yet.

Your letter of 13th just come in. To think of you homeless, where there are only bachelors. I am afraid you will never get anything nice to eat. And when the weather is warm to be stuck in these miserable houses and those dreadful mosquitoes. It is a mercy the horse is a pleasure. Do hope by this time you will have found some better home. With much love from all.

Your loving mother

[P.S.] After closing my letter we had a visitor, he approached us as we sat on the verandah and asked us if we knew him. It was "Dan" Urquhart; he was preaching two Sabbaths for Mr. Ketchen and had come to Oakville for the week between. He had heard we were here so came to see us and stayed for tea. We liked him very much and he was pleasant and bright, and yet all the time he seemed to have something on his mind. The girls decided he had lost his girl or there was some difficulty. He was of course anxious to hear about you He mourned greatly that he had not made more use of his time at College. Has a church at Kippern near Colin Fletcher and Leckie. Well, good-bye again. Look at Editorial in Globe 9th on the hat question.