when it arrived it afforded good protection to the contents. In the same mail as your last letter was a long epistle from George Hume, written while she was home on her holidays. She seemed be tickled to death to be away from nursing and with her mother. A few days before that I recieved a fine big Gibson photo of Babe Brydone-Jack, so I see I am not forgotten altogether. Babe's photo is splendid but is too nice to put in my bus till I get a frame for it, as these rotary engines throw a lot of castor-oil vapour around.( We use castor oil to lubricate with.) I am getting the coppersmith to make me an aluminum frame with celluloid instead of glass. Here I will carry my mascot photos and maps. It is quite fun having "gadgets" rigged up in your bus as you find need for them