My dearest Calvin,

We were glad to think that you received the peaches at last and that they were really fine. It was Tom's ordering and he paid $1.50 for them, as they were supposed to be choice fruit. He also sent you the apples they were specially packed too by Becket on the Mountain do not know the price. He is getting some for his own consumption seeing his apples have to be wormless.

Yesterday I was in Toronto for our meeting and so was late in reading the paper, when I saw the notice of a new train leaving Ottawa at 1:15 p.m. reaching Toronto at 9:30, so I thought I'd telegraph in case the girls would prefer getting here about midnight rather than turning out of the train at Toronto in early morning. I know it would suit me a great deal better. So I sent off telegram this morning and they can do as they like, for they are near home whatever time they come.

It makes me feel very badly to think of you being deserted by your family, but I think it will be much more comfortable for you to be able to be in your own house, when you have some one like Miss Robinson, who will be interested in you and is a lady, and I think it is not at all good for you to have to turn out on cold winter morning before you have your breakfast. If you need help from me I will give it gladly, for I want to feel you are comfortable.

Tell the girls, if Tom is not at station (as we do not know what night they'll come) to phone and he will not be in bed. If they come by the night train from Ottawa, they can get breakfast on the train to Hamilton, to keep them from sinking and keep out the cold. It would be quite a change for you to go shooting.

The ladies were speaking yesterday of Dr. Pidgeon, they like him very much and laughed about the activity of the new Mrs. Wallace, his son is married and only daughter also & away in England. With much love to all.

Your mother

M.B. McQuesten

[P.S.] Think these apples rather too choice for cooking, as long as they keep