THE AUNT TO JULIETTA.
“At last, dear children, there is a letter from the Three-years-mute. How these
wonderful people are wonderful indeed! He thinks that all his articles and tokens
are as good as one single good word that one friend can say or write to another.
He really imagines that the balance is in his favor, and wants us on our part to do
what on his own he so harshly and unkindly denied us. What ought we to do? I,
for my part, would at once meet his wishes with a long letter, if my headache did
not announce itself, and scarcely allow me to finish the present letter. We all
wish to see him. Take the matter, my dear ones, in hand. If I have recovered
before you have finished, then I shall contribute my own quota. Choose the
persons and circumstances as you like best; describe them. Divide them between
you. You will do it all better than I. I suppose the messenger will bring me back
a line from you?”
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