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I gave a little dinner at the Club tonight to Bond and his'n. I really do think it came off all right, too. We grubbed out on the roof, and everything was very pretty. There were only five of us,- the Bonds, the Slipps and myself,- the American presh. Mrs. Slipp looked the goods tonight,- almost made me feel young again myself.

I'm damned sorry to lose the Bond's, I tell you. They've done a lot to make my existence bearable in this burg.

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These little figures that you see up in the stamp corner are taken at noon,- the thermometer is in the shade all day long. I'll bet a hat you can fry eggs on the rocks out in the sun.

Mac and I went down to count up the bales in the godown today,- when we got there the bales were all stacked up so that it was pitch dark inside. We had no lantern.

"How many did you say there were?" asked Mac.

"465," I response.

"465 goes," says Mac.