DEAR DONALD:

I had planned to reserve my thanks for the books and the candy

until you called for dinner to-morrow. Now, I have decided that

it will be better for you not to come to dinner to-morrow,

although this decision has not been made without father and me

being sensible of a keen feeling of disappointment. We had

planned to sacrifice an old hen that has outlived her margin of

profit, hoping that, with the admixture of a pinch of saleratus,

she would prove tender enough to tempt the appetite of a

lumberjack, but, upon sober second thought, it seems the part of

wisdom to let her live.

We honor and respect you, Donald. You are so very dear to us that

we wish to cherish always your good opinion of us; we want

everybody in Port Agnew to think of you as we do. People will

misunderstand and misconstrue your loyalty to the old friends of

your boyhood if you dare admit your friendship. Indeed, some have

already done so. I thank you for the books and the candy, but

with all my heart I am grateful to you for a gift infinitely more

precious but which is too valuable for me to accept. I shall have

to treasure it at a distance. Sometimes, at colors, you might

wave to

Your old friend,

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