47 Glencairn Ave
[15 Sept. 1954]
I am forwarding your letter today. The night before last Mother telephoned you and it was nice to know you had returned from the airport. What a wonderful driver you are, to be sure! Even better than I am and that's a mouthful isn't it?
Just imagine, the College opens on Saturday at least the enrolment does. I am still in Kay Coburn's office, but next week I move into the George Locke room which is really Peggy's private office. However, she doesn't occupy it much, being mainly in the executive room. I have to move over about thirty or forty books but nothing else, as there is an armchair, and even a couch what you would call a 'sofa couch.'
I don't have to go into Sisson's room, you understand. I get rid of loud-pitched argument about the Rev. Dr. Egerton Ryerson whose recently discovered letters (300 of them) Uncle Charlie is editing. That means another volume from his hand and two years of sporadic and spasmodic work.
I suppose we shall be hearing from you in a day or two, or probably we shall telephone just to catch the notes of the brown thresher.
Mother and I had dinner last night at Peggy's and in a few minutes I am going over to see Poss before dinner.
Bless your head.