My dearest Calvin

Received yours of 21st to-day, the most direct for some time. Tom is home for his holidays and at present is covering pots of jelly to Edna's great relief. You were so slow in answering Tom about the room, that I told Tom to secure the room at Miss Oates's and I would take the responsibility. However Tom will post a letter to-day telling her you are going to Knox. Of course I knew Grosvenor St. was a long way from Knox, but how in the world you expect to sleep there, I do not know, with these terrible cars right under your windows. It seems madness, but you can try it till Christmas, the worst of that is it will be too late then to get a room elsewhere. However it is better to experiment this year than next and I hope the students will be as quiet this year as last.

I am so very sorry about the yield of wheat it is so hard for the poor people to keep struggling with difficulties year after year. Here yesterday morning another railway accident, a bridge broke near Sulphur Springs and freight train went down, killing the Engineer and two others, the former was in our church the Sabbath before, do not know if he came regularly. Well, Cal, dear I must close, as we are going out and I want to catch mail. With much love.

Your loving Mother

M.B. McQuesten

[P.S.] Tom starts off next week for John McQuesten's.