Dear Old Pal:
Your letter last night was such a sweet one and I wish I could go over to be with you to-morrow. But Mrs Ross is still very much of an invalid and I really can't leave. I am wondering if you could come over on Saturday and then back on Monday morning. What do you think? We would all like to see you here again and once I get over, there won't be much attraction here, will there!??
I went to the Free Press to-day to see when your subscription expires and it seems you owe for a year and four months, since June 1914. Is that right? I didn't pay as I thought there might be a counter account. I told Mr Norris not to send it after this week.
Mr B[?] Potts has had a nasty experience in the woods around Cameron Lake. He and Dr [?] and Jack Pocklington went shooting on Sunday and he got lost on the mountain side and was out all night till some time on Monday morning when he stumbled on the railway track about four miles away from where they started. I t rained all night, a nasty cold driving rain so it must have been pretty uncomfortable. He is in bed to-day but I believe not much the worse for wear. He always seems to have experiences when he goes shooting doesn't he? To make matters a shade worse, they had four punctures after they did get started home.
Mr Elder came up to see us on Sunday and I was amazed at the improvement. He looks taller and far more manly. I don't know if it is his moustache but he is quite lost that very boyish look. He was quite touched at your having brought over that photo of him. I rather think he feels the difference between privates and officers more keenly than he expected. I hope when we get our little flat or house that we can have some of our nice Saturday evenings again and let them see it doesn't make any difference in our feelings toward them. Let me know about coming on Saturday. Love and kisses from your loving Alice