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ahton Hildred, May 12th.My Dear Boy: You are, without exception, the best fun I know.I have been laughing for the last two hours over yourletter and its enclosure. You are not to fly out at me,mind; I regard you with all just esteem, I think allmanner of good things of you, but you are fun, youwill allow. Old friends may remark on such points ofcharacter, and yet draw no blood. Now, my dear Redgie, what do you think I got bypost exactly three days before this epistle of yours,with Clara's valuable bit of English prose compositionso neatly inserted? I am humane, and will not letyour brains tingle with curiosity for a minute* I gotthis; a note (not ill worded by any means) from myaffectionate and anxious niece, C. R., enclosing yourlast letter to her. She threw herself upon me (luckily
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