Scampton,
Lincoln.
Sept 29th 1917.

My dear Fern:

Just got back from Nottingham this morning and found a bunch of mail waiting for me and your parcel and sox. Have made myself so sick already that I have had to beg off flying to-night. Sampled every thing except the chicken which I have not opened yet and then went up and did a hour or so on a Sup Pup. Got into about six voluntary spins and about a dozen accidental ones and have a - of a headache at present.

Everything was in fine shape even to the sixteen wrappings and the three tons of paper and tin cans. Don't you realize me cheeld that that all takes postage? And surely there is some cheaper way of sending it.

Got a letter from "the little devil" this morning. Says he is flying avros now. I will try to take care of him and keep him away from the wily wiles of those deceitful damsels who throng the streets of his favourite hunting grounds.

Why the styes? Will I have to send you my bottle of Glyco Th. Put it in warm water and use the eye cap that you have also take care of yourself and don't work to hard.

Have as yet failed to hear from Grannie. What's wrong with her?

You will have to thank Nora S for me for the sox. They are exceptionally well knit. I hope Margs are as good. As yet I have not received any from Beamsville. You seem to have a wrong idea of my intentions there; If you ever saw any letters I ever wrote there I'm sure you would say they would be very poor evidence in a breach of promise suit.

Met a couple of very nice girls in Nott. but did not stay long to get as familiar with them as I might have.

I think I told you that Max & I had had tea with Ken Lister & husky Allan. I think you know them both.

You say you would like to see Em M & B. Gin khaki. I wouldn't say much about them if I were you. They probably know their own business best and conscription will soon show whether they have really been rejected or not.

Take care of yourself now and let me hear next time that the styes are all gone.

Love to all,

Gord