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book. (Myra and I convulsed with laughter.) And I forgot my book this morning so of course they posed. And we went to the Cosmos Club and saw ever so many nice pictures. And oh everything else but I must retire (Is that the proper term?)

Ah so! I rec'd a letter from Calvin yesterday. He passed on the County examination. How glad was I. And now he is worrying over the selfsame question that bothered my own brain a year ago. What to write about. Myra sent him a good subject. Something about our old school-house – I was such a dummy I couldn't think of any thing.

May. 25 '91. Monday. Myra is getting supper. I have just returned from the grocery. Put some letters in the box – for Emma and Nathan B. The people at the grocery amuse me. They are all just up from "the country." Mr. Shacklett, the proprietor, is quite a "I'm pretty nice," good-natured man. He has a weakness for pretty women, (and doesn't blush to give his opinions); Trusts everybody, asks for cash if you wish to give it; and has fun at the expense of Mr. Nash, who is his superior in some respects.

Mr. Nash is chief clerk. Tall, ungainly, awkward, his appearance causes you to smile at the 1st glance. He is purely American; You would never take him for anything else.