My dearest Calvin,

I am afraid I am a little late in beginning my letter, but I had been waiting for yours, but it has not come; probably it will come this evening. We have little Mary Taylor with us, she came back from England last month and is just as chatty and pleasant as ever. I always enjoy having her. All the connection here are quite excited over a marriage to take place here next Wednesday at Mrs. Carey's. Their Cousin Maggie Roper of Petaboro [sic] is to marry Judge Rogers of that place. She is forty seven an orphan and a nurse and he had thought of her for years but had so many relatives depending on him, he could not marry but recently being appointed to a country judgeship, he was enabled, so wrote her at once. He is about two years older, and is considered a very fine man. Mr. Ketchen is to marry them. Mr. K. was brought down from London yesterday in an auto, his holidays are over.

Tom suddenly went off to Toronto yesterday, but has not told me his business there, he came back to-day. Mary Taylor is engaged to an Englishman, now in Winnipeg she visited his house when in England and they are evidently very well off people, but her poor chap has, I am afraid, nothing yet to marry on and no definite prospects and poor little Mary so hates I think, to have to go back to taking some position. Mrs. Vincent called on Monday and we expect her for tea this afternoon. She and Jean had been in Muskoka for a month with dear George for two weeks and they are on their way home; Jean and George having gone to Pen-Yan for this week.

I was very sorry to see poor Gordon Gates' death in this morning's paper, he died of consumption ill a long time, his sister will be very lonely without him, he was her companion. St. Paul's have put another story on their S.S. but it is somewhat peculiar now.

Our grass has kept beautifully green, thanks to Tom's watering and now we have been having such cool weather, it will keep so, and the nights too are longer, before we know where we are the summer is over. Hope I shall have more to tell you next time. All join in best love, with much from myself.

Your loving mother

M.B. McQuesten