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8/6/03
and her husband. It was quite an entertaining experience and Mr. Cavil is so civil too. He has bought an island between Howson's and Mandalay and calls it "Resthouse"! Started for Toronto about 11, but the two hours had not been long enough to get the trunks from the dock, so mine was left behind! It means another day. We each had a sandwich and something to drink at Allandale and between there and Toronto my "Annie Russell" girl got on - almost her image, but younger, and very charming. She had nine other girls with her, some her friends and the others evidently in quite another class. I could not make them out, but she charmed me. Mrs. Baker
 (who lives in Brantford, near the Weirs, and was very nice) left me at Toronto. Suburb (Glendale?) - no "Parkdale" - and in the station of course I encountered somebody, as usual, and this time it was Howard Bradstreet. Transferred to the steamer dock in the bus. Saw about forwarding my trunk and just dashed up Yonge St. for Kate's picture postals and to Eaton's for an inkwell for Mother - and got back 5 minutes before the "Kingston" sailed. The train was late and I had only a scant hour for everything.

8/6/03
and her husband. It was quite an entertaining experience and Mr. Cavil is so civil too. He has bought an island between Howson's and Mandalay and calls it "Resthouse"! Started for Toronto about 11, but the two hours had not been long enough to get the trunks from the dock, so mine was left behind! It means another day. We each had a sandwich and something to drink at Allandale and between there and Toronto my "Annie Russell" girl got on - almost her image, but younger, and very charming. She had nine other girls with her, some her friends and the others evidently in quite another class. I could not make them out, but she charmed me. Mrs. Baker
 (who lives in Brantford, near the Weirs, and was very nice) left me at Toronto. Suburb (Glendale?) - no "Parkdale" - and in the station of course I encountered somebody, as usual, and this time it was Howard Bradstreet. Transferred to the steamer dock in the bus. Saw about forwarding my trunk and just dashed up Yonge St. for Kate's picture postals and to Eaton's for an inkwell for Mother - and got back 5 minutes before the "Kingston" sailed. The train was late and I had only a scant hour for everything.

8/6/03
and her husband. It was quite an entertaining experience and Mr. Cavil is so civil too. He has bought an island between Howson's and Mandalay and calls it "Resthouse"! Started for Toronto about 11, but the two hours had not been long enough to get the trunks from the dock, so mine was left behind! It means another day. We each had a sandwich and something to drink at Allandale and between there and Toronto my "Annie Russell" girl got on - almost her image, but younger, and very charming. She had nine other girls with her, some her friends and the others evidently in quite another class. I could not make them out, but she charmed me. Mrs. Baker
 (who lives in Brantford, near the Weirs, and was very nice) left me at Toronto. Suburb (Glendale?) - no "Parkdale" - and in the station of course I encountered somebody, as usual, and this time it was Howard Bradstreet. Transferred to the steamer dock in the bus. Saw about forwarding my trunk and just dashed up Yonge St. for Kate's picture postals and to Eaton's for an inkwell for Mother - and got back 5 minutes before the "Kingston" sailed. The train was late and I had only a scant hour for everything.
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