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If I don't stop and go to bed. I shall
be "left" in the race tomorrow morning. 
This "bleak wind of March" is
exceedingly trying. It keeps me scuffling 
along in veils and scarfs [?] and 
I can scarcely keep my room decent
for the dust. Why don't you get before
the fire, rub your face thoroughly
with "Mustang" and tie up in some- 
thing warm over night? Take some
Little Liver Pills [[strikethrough]] you will be
relieved. I think I had better go to
some institution and get a diploma
for a doctor or a minister, don't you?
I begin to believe I must be "quack."
"Chilz" has a bad cold and suffers from
back ache: he doesn't take my remedies
like my dear Carroll. 'Tis the old case
of the prophet's lack of honor in his
own country! Folks who are kin are
often so incredulous! My motto is "be
not faithless but believing."