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frightened; she screamed and so did Mrytle [[Myrtle]]; the grandmother did double quick time from the other side of the house via the cellar and I was still sitting down stairs in my plaid bath robe, blue slippers - out on all sides and hair flying to the four winds - it had been frizzled - when Mrs. Hodges saw someone coming. I think I got out before he got in. He didn't see my face any way.

To-night Myrtle was standing beside a chair and slipped and again skinned her poor nose. A piece of skin is hanging to it. I hope it is the end of the bumps for a while.

I am still barking. I don't know what to make of it. I keep it up almost constantly and I am handsome with a number of cold sores. I think this climate is no better than Boston.