Sat. 7:15 p.m.
Here am I one foot on the curbstone writing on my knee as a desk at the corner of Queen and Ontario Street, Kingston. Just arrived, made the journey from Port Hope in three lifts. Not bad hey what? Now I'm on the road for Ottawa. There is still two hours of daylight.
It has been a glorious day for such a journey.
It would be wonderful to make Ottawa tonight but that is too good to hope for. However, here goes. Just saw Young Dunn of my class in New Toronto working at a boot and shoe establishment on the main street. He saw me as I was passing and shouted.
Heaps of love and kisses and a big hug for my comforter.
At last! The Nation's capital!
"134 Slater St.
Sun, July 16/40
Here at last. This minute I am seated at a small table in a very clean and comfortable looking room with an iron bedstead nicely covered with clean looking bedding. It is mighty inviting and I am ready to flop. And I don't care when I awake that is why I am writing this note now.
It was a very satisfactory journey and if the rest of the trip proves as successful I shall fly back to New Toronto on a Bristol Bomber or better still a Spitfire. If you happen to see something like the aurora borealis leaving its trace across the celestial concave, it will be no optical illusion, but rather your nutty husband.
My luck served me from Smiths Falls very well. I made the journey to Ottawa in two lifts and had to walk very little. On arrival at the North end of Wellington St., I soon made inquiries re rooms. A returned man helped me by directing me to his own rooming house which he said was very respectable, clean and only .50 cents per night. His landlady redirected me to 138 Slater as her rooms were all occupied. Finding no such address as 138 Slater, I saw a `rooms`sign at 134--A Frenchman by name of Prefontaine took me in at the same rate .50 cents per day although he asked .75 cents if I had to stay a week $3.00. By the way, I landed here with $7.50 cash and food enough for a day and a half, having paid .75 cents for bread, butter, tomatoes, cheese, cucumbers, cookies last night, also .05 cents for envelopes, 15. cents stamps, .25 cents Toronto car fare ( I have 3 tickets still) all the rest went for drinks along the way. (Can you imagine!) Thanks to your self-denying, determined painstaking planning, bound I was to have $9.00, I say thanks to you and you alone. I had no money worries along the way--except one and a very big and real one--the one that centers in you. I hate to see you always so hard up. But my faith keeps me up and I am going to change that condition very soon.
Address your letter to the above and I shall ask Mr. Prefontaine to forward it onto Toronto should I leave before it arrives.
Now I must sleep and get my mind keen for tomorrow`s battle. I wish you were here to tuck me in. Heaps & heaps of love, a great big hug.
P.S. I shall see Turner tomorrow and be guided by him.
All right! He`s almost there. But wait . . . .