My dearest Cal,

I was glad to receive your letter and hear of the Knox Coll. Affair. You must have had quite a lively time, and am glad all the performers did so well. Last week Edna and I took a walk up to inquire for Mr. Hannaford as Mary had told Hilda on the street one day. We found in a most distressing condition, sitting wrapped up in a big chair cannot lie down with his heart and dropsy had set in. Poor man! Such a healthy looking man as he had always been.

The girls, I kept busy last week, visiting the ministers' wives. Mrs. Ketchen went with them. Between ourselves poor Van Wyck has quite a hard time, last year he only got half his salary. His salary is $1000. Has to do all the collecting of his salary himself. The families are just working people and continually changing. But do not tell the students this as it came to us through Mrs. K. To-day we had Miss Honeycomb and got a great deal accomplished. Am enclosing a long letter from Ruby. I know how alluring is horseback riding, but I do not like the idea of riding these wild West horses, so I wrote her to be careful and not to give up a comfortable room to economise for a few rides. I wish she had not thought of it. It seems as if there was always something.

I do not know if Tom is coming up this week, I advised him to save his money. But if you could express yours and his on Friday, I could bring them down for you next week. If there is any Express Branch Office near Tom's it would be well to take the parcel to it, otherwise there would be no certainty of our getting it Saturday.

The ministers were all preaching on moral reform yesterday. It is most exasperating to hear of the doings from Chief of Police, living upon infamy. This evening Archie Mullin brought me a present of some venison, which had been given him, and Saturday we received some lovely fresh pork from Mrs. Turnbull one of our ministers' wives, who with her daughter had staid [sic] overnight with us, going to Ottawa. So we have been lucky. Must close, with much love from all.

Your loving mother

M.B. McQuesten