W-MCP3-5.081 TO THOMAS B. MCQUESTEN, ESQ., L.L.B. from his mother, Mary Baker McQuesten
Dec 7 1908
To: Thomas McQuesten 22 Grosvenor St., Toronto, Ontario
My dearest Tom,
I had intended writing on Saturday to thank you for your kind thought for me and the two dollars for which I am very grateful and had to put it to the making of my coat which I have to pay this month. Saturday, H. and I spent the afternoon with Mrs. Thomson and her sister. Mrs. Mullin was there too and came home with us for tea and spent the evening so my letter was deferred.
Heard from Ruby, she has been taking a little trip to a place called Langdon to support a Miss Shepherd who is applying for a school and is required to interview the various trustees, one was a stony-eyed Presbyterian who evidently did not favour a Methodist. A Mr. Hill, however was more agreeable and his wife made them stay for dinner. They are also going up near Banff. Yesterday I went to church in the morning and felt none the worse. It still keeps windy however and seems turning cold.
By-the-way, if you can spare it, would be very glad if you could send Ruby $5.00 for Christmas as present. I have to send about $10 for her face treatment and extras and it would be a great help if you could send $5.00 of it. I thought perhaps you might be wanting to do something as she is away from home but if you cannot afford so much, just say so and I'll arrange it. Do not think of spending any money on a Xmas present for me, as it would worry me. You would need to send it off on Saturday the 19th that is next week, to be sure of its reaching before Christmas.
The girls are as busy as possible. H. has an order for embroidering a satin stole. They did very well at their M.B. Sale [Mission Band]; it was wonderful how much our girls managed to make. This Christmas is rather an agitating time and yet it would be rather monotonous without. Well, I must close, have other letters to write. Have just heard from Sydney Stevenson, she is at Welland and wishes to stay over Sunday with us. With much love, dearie.
Your loving mother