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[n.d.]

Toronto,

Tuesday Evening.

My dearest Mother,

Your letter came to-night and I don't know what to tell you. I have done what I could about it - but Dr. Beatty says it will be impossible for me to leave until Jan. 3 or 4. But then I am leaving for sure. It is a rule that no nurse can leave until someone is got to fill her place and none of the probationers want to come in until after the holidays, but right after there are some coming and I shall then leave at once.

I know you'll be out of all patience with me, but really I can't do anything else. My trunk is down in the basement of the other home which is being fumigated at present and won't be open till Thursday and I simply can't get it. My laundry is all in the wash and won't be ready till Friday and I have just my coat and skirt and hat over here, as we were allowed to bring only as little as possible, as everything had to be fumigated. So you see the fix I'm in. I can't walk off without a stitch of clothes and I can't take my uniforms with me, so Miss Wilson told me, or my aprons or bibs - just my probation aprons etc.

I certainly want to obey you both in everything but I simply can't come and that's all there is to it. If I were not feeling well I should feel worse about it but I have never felt better in my life and don't show any signs of breaking down, so don't worry about me on that score.

You'll see me home as soon as it is possible to get away, trust me that for, but that's all I can do, so don't urge it any more please. Of course it is a pity I can't be home for Xmas but when I do get home we'll have a good time then.

Well good-night now, dearest with love to all, I remain,

Your loving daughter

Helen

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