21 Cortleigh Blvd.
(This is written from Cortleigh Blvd. on
the evening of October 18th, at 9 a.m.
sharp, immediately after the return to the
house of father, mother, Amy, following
a show at the Capitol, a spooky affair
called Lodger, based on the Story of
Jack the Ripper. Jack was played by our old
friend, Sidney Greenstreet who made Amy
nearly scream and mother nearly tear a hole
in the left pocket of my overcoat. So much
for that I must get on with the business
I am enclosing a draft for 80 dollars, sixty for you and a little present for aunt Nellie of twenty dollars. The sixty for you is made up of twenty from mother and forty from me the proceeds of my Montreal trip over the week-end. I spoke [ ] on Brébeuf as I notified you in my last letter, and they treated and paid me well. I also spoke to the old birds of the Canadian Authors Association. I got back yesterday morning, and a week from today I go to Kitchener. It seems to me that in making those observations I am just dishing up cold cabbage, for did I not tell you these things before?
When you see aunt Nellie next you can bring over the twenty simolios. The book is out now and I am sending you one in a few days. I get my supply shortly.
Mother and I have our little scraps but they all come out of my insistence that I shall wash the dishes all over again after she does them. She says that it is my imagination which sees little spots on the bottoms of the teacups. Ever since Nellie spoke about those wee darling little spots I see spots everywhere. They are probably all in my eyes, but whether they are or not I have the devil of a lot of dishwashing extra more than I had when you were here. But I am greatly assisted by Amy and Dorothy. Mother bustles about and talks her head off about having the cups clean. It gets my goat. I threatened to tell you all about it and here I am doing it, while she is reading the paper in my armchair in my den, my den, mark you!
Well this is enough hang it all.