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122 Second Avenue,
January 1, 1963

Dear Betty,

The day of Christmas eve my son was tidying up the living room at Macdougal Alley when he found a crumpled envelope under the sofa - addressed to me. As he was sorting the Christmas cards he looked inside - and found your check. Apparently our fiend of a dog had stolen it before ever we saw it. In any case Herbert wrapped it in dozens of wrappings, each separately tied so that there was an endless process of opening it Christmas day - When at last I reached the end - coming, as it did at a