France, April 19, 1918

Dear Emma; –

Your letter of April 10 and the shortbread arrived yesterday. Many thanks for both and each. You will recall that the letter you wrote on April 11 came the day before yesterday. There was Canadian mail in to day but I received only one letter. It was from Herb, my brother. He has gone down to Winnipeg for the Summer. He said he had called around to see Si in Vancouver before he left but failed to find him in.

We had a concert for the patients last night and afterwards sat around the fireplace. We discussed the war situation and ate the shortbread. It was very good. The Toronto War Contingent Association sent us out a lot of maple sugar a short time ago. Did you see matron-in-chief Macdonald when you were up in London? You did not mention it in your letter. There is no possible chance of my getting over on leave so long as the military situation is in the serious condition that it now is. Not that my being here makes a particle of difference one way or another but the idea that I am trying to convey is that no leave will be granted to anyone until the air clears somewhat.

The weather has turned very disagreeable again. It rained nearly all day yesterday but cleared up at night. There was a hard white frost during the night and to day came out bright and sunny. It began to snow about 9 A.M. and we have had snow in squalls all day. The wind is bitterly cold.

I am pleased to know that you were able to pick out a satisfactory suit for yourself and shall be anxious from now on (Even more anxious I should say) to get over and see you in it.

I can quite appreciate your views upon the linen and furnishing question, especially with prices soaring –Nevertheless I should exercise discretion if I were you. It now looks as though the war may be prolonged for years to come, and it will almost certainly be unless we are condemned to acceptance of the German terms. In these circumstances it is folly to buy up a lot of things for our use in the days to follow the end of the war. As a matter of fact no one can now even for a conjecture of what the end of it all may turn out to be.

Your fondly loving husband
Harold W, McGill

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