569 Yonge St., Toronto, Ontario

Dear Bill:

Nothing much that's new to tell you. I haven't been to work for nearly another week and I can't go until the week after next. I went to see the doctor again and he told me I had to quit work or else I'd have a nervous breakdown, so here I sit at home, (my mother & I) we just sit and look at each other. I certainly hope I get well soon.

I received the two hannkerchieves from Edinburough (right?) the other day, and Bill they're just lovely, no kiddin' I'm just crazy about them. You know, I have quite a few souveniers from England and Scotland now, so you see, you couldn't have sent me anything I'd like better.

You know everybody that comes into our house is in love with "Willy," and I'm afraid, that unless I hide him, I won't have him very long. He's a darling though.

I had a letter from Jessie the other day. She's fine, but terribly lonely, I feel sorry for her away up there.

Oh yes, do you know who's taking my place at the "Morque" while I'm away? Madelaine, your sister. She was at the Gallery the day before I left, and I was trying to teach her how to work the switchboard. Well say, did we have fun. You can just imagine sweet, ‘cause you know what fun Mad is.

Well, Bill dear, I'm afraid I haven't been keeping up my end of the correspondence the way you have, but I hope you'll overlook it this time. I really love writing to you but I can't think of anything interesting to tell you.

Write to you again soon.

Loads of love, Hilda

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(X one for the censor)

Tell Len & Vic that I hope they are both well, and give them my regards. Okay?