 Well, I'm going to write a letter to my parents now. My dear mum and don't seem possible. We are out on the brine here writing to you. Well, dear, so far we are having a delightful trip. The weather is beautiful and the ship mad. We can't describe the table since it's like a floating town. I can tell you we do swank. We shall miss it on the trains as we go third on them. We would not imagine you were on a ship. There is hardly any motion. She is so large we have not felt sick. Yet we expect to get to Queenstown today. So thought I would drop this off with the mail. We had a foreign send-off from Southampton and Mrs. S and the boys with others saw us off. We will post again at New York and then when we get to Payette. Lots of love, don't worry about us. Ever your loving children are they loved and mad.