March 7, 1909
Kelowna, B. C.
My dearest Kathleen,
I haven’t got very much to add to my last letter. I went to the Mallams’ on Saturday. By way of a change we all went to church on Sunday, or what passes for such down there. There happened to be a parson staying with the Walkers and so he held a service in their sitting room. I think it’s rather a farce myself. They place the chairs and sofas in rows as if for amateur theatricals and nobody ever has a hymn book or prayer book, so it’s rather dismal; and they only go as it seems rather bad luck on the parson if they don’t appreciate his kindness. The district I am writing about is about seven miles from town, so there’s lots of excuse for their not going all that distance to church in town. I expect there’d be a mighty falling off in England if people had all their housework to do first.
I am having a surprise party here tomorrow night–the Mallams, Walkers, Thomsons, and, I expect, a few others. Not much surprise about it, is there? The Mallams and their baby are staying the night, likewise Harry and a fellow called Ford. Quite a house party, isn’t it! I have never had anybody except stray batchelors to stay here before. I believe there will be two engaged couples here and I have come to the conclusion that your little room will make a fine sitting-out place for them. They can fight for it.
I have just started on a career of falsehood with a fellow who wants me to travel home with him and whom I dislike intensely, the little I have seen of him. I don’t know how it will end. I have at last sent him a letter saying that it is possible I shan’t be starting till the end of next month and even then I expect to have to stop off for a week at Brandon. That ought to choke him off. If it doesn’t, I shall have to try stronger measures. I will write again when the dance is over.
With best love,
Ever yours,
Robin