were about as disconsolate last
Saturday night at sundown, as you
would often see. [Sue] spent the
evening here and I went home
with her, each feeling perfectly
sure that you were not in this
world, neither in that to come, and
worrying ourselves to fevers in
wondering where you were, and
why you did'nt write something
to some of us. Oh how you
would have laughed to have seen
us flying around - dodging into
the post office and insisting upon
it we had a letter there, not-
withstanding poor Mr Nims de-
clared there was nothing there -
then chasing one another down
to our office to Bowdoin, and telling
him we knew all about it - he