Well, I have just got home from school now and am getting my own tea since nobody else is home this evening (a queer way to get it, thank you) but as I had not written to you since my last little note I thought you might think I didn’t care so I thought I would sit down and write you a few lines about what is happening here.
Mr. Howey’s mother died a little while ago and they are all in strict black.
The new woods boss is in the habit of going to Wilfer’s. Mrs. Wilfer and Audrey Ciro were at Council meeting the other night and Mrs Wilfer went to sue Audrey for $1.50 in damages. I do not know what for but Uncle John said she didn’t get it.
Do you get homesick, Will? I think you are very well off there with the two doctors. Three years would be a long time but if you study hard you might get to be doctor in two years. All will be well if you study very hard.
We are having terrible weather up here. Just now cold and damp, heavy rain the night before last. The cold makes my bones ache but Pa says someone who is my age can’t have sore bones.
Have they nice churches in Toronto? Did you get a letter from Polly, Will? At least Uncle John thought the letter was from Polly and he sent it to you. Uncle John wrote too, he seems so lonesome for you all. Please read this letter then let the rest read it or read it out loud. It is filled with nonsense but it is from Home.