I got your letter and have been fixing up my leave. It is quite a job to get it when so many wanted to get away. I saw Seale and he says he can come, but does not know anyone in London, so could I use the floor if you have a couple of spare blankets. Then we both could use the same room. We have been sleeping on boards and ground with nothing to soften them for so many weeks that we are used to it. We would be no trouble to you and Viola. He wants to see the National Gallery, and Westminster Abbey and Mde. Tousaud. I t hink we can get off next Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning for 72 hours from the time we start, and I will tell you later if it can be managed. I put in for the leave then. We will get paid Monday so there will be all kinds of money to burn.

Seale is a tall red headed Irishman, and a good sort. He was in Moose Jaw with me all last summer and next door at Trinity and he often came to Oakville.

Dad is in England and I must see him. So is Uncle Horace. I got a letter from him from Southsea. Lord Roberts reviewed us from his motor today, and complimented us on our appearance. We will help Viola make clothes for the Belgians as long as they are here.

Your loving Hugh.