Saturday [5 Aug. 1939]

Dearest Cayke:

I am sending you three dollars to divide among the children as you see fit. Change the notes into 50s and quarters!

I am so delighted that you are enjoying your trip and I suppose you will be sorry to leave.

I lost my match two days ago. A Mr MacDonald gave me a terrific beating – 6 up and 5 to go. My plumes are now bedraggled in the dust and my comb is bleached white. But still there is Brébeuf as a compensation and your return of course.

I hope this gets to you before you leave.


His research for the poem 'Brébeuf and His Brethren.'