Dear Calvin

We were very glad to get your letters yesterday. They were very interesting. Mama forgot to tell you in her letter of Mrs. Stevens' (Aggie Sutherland's) death. The funeral was at Angus'.

On Thursday we were at the Y.P.S. picnic at Bronte. It was at Dr. Wild's farm a beautiful place near the River. I ate cake till I could eat no more. Mrs. McNair made several dozen strawberry tarts. She has a strawberry patch. Dr. McNair was most kind. besides tarts they brought tea biscuits and salad and a two quart jar of milk from their cow. I wouldn't want to be a minister's wife. Poor Dr. McNair carried the basket and we were about a mile from the car. There were several graduates from Queen's there. I don't think they impress me very much. Florence Stuart & Miss Barclay were there. The latter lives near us and is very jolly and kind. Florence Stuart was telling of the number of visitors they have and only one servant. She says it's not very easy to get roasting hot in the kitchen and then go in and be affable to the visitors. So her father wants her to go North for a rest. She says in Toronto hardly a day passes that they don't have people for meals. I think it's too bad that kind hearted people are so imposed upon. Dr. and Mrs. S. are both minister's children and a brother in London is a minister.

I'm glad you like your work. I am getting fat. But in the evenings mosquitoes claim their share.

Ruby keeps talking so it is difficult to write. She has made herself black and white checked aprons for the kitchen.

Laura Hostetter was asking for your address in her last letter. Her cousin has left for Paris.

It is very oppressive and looks like rain.

Yours affectionately,

M. Edna McQuesten