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Still Boston.
Dear One:
I was wishing for a surprise, and it came. But it hasn't explained anything. It has only thickened the plot-thickened it like porridge made of Boston beans.
I didn't mean to inflict another letter upon you quite so soon; but I'm so full of the surprise-and "beans," too-heavenly Boston ones, very brown, and crisp on