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and I know how to make, and we have a repast fit for the gods, or even for the Everetts - Come, what means this ominous silence? - It can't be you are up yet or Uncle Will, at least, would respond. I don't know how many times since you left I have brought out six plates for meals, or started to see if the coals were ready to carry at night. What a dismal feeling it gives to remember that there is nobody to carry coals for any more. That last is pathetic, you may tell Aunt Mary so if she goes to analyzing it - Don't you think it is heartless in her to make fun of my letters as she does? Or didn't you read her last letter to me? Only think, I have finished one of those