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[[preprinted]] [[double line]] Monday, May 24, 1909 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] First mail home for almost three weeks. Consequently we had a batch to ship. Five pages and numerous other sheets to New York, and about 'steen of my own letters, including forty pages to the Best Ever. I can't deny it after this. No one could use up forty pages writing on the state of the weather or inquiring after the family's health. They're on, kid. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] [[double line]] Tuesday, May 25, 1909 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] Well, well, New York accepted my offer of 113 chips for some Amerikani last night, and doggone me if I didn't sell them at two rupees a bale higher when I closed the deal this morning. "An' fuddermo'", as Uncle Remus says, they made those bales with Alidina's photo on them without his ordering them at all, and [[strikethrough]] [[who]] [[/strikethrough]] if they'd ever reached here unsold he'd simply have taken them at his own sweet price. But I doubt if they can keep that in their minds until September.