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4.45 P.M.
DEAR MATTY, — I shall not come up to dinner. There is pressing work here. Tell mamma not to sit up for me. I have my key.
I have no chance to get my things for the children. Will you see to it? Here is twenty dollars, and if you need more let them send in the bill. I had only thought of that jig-saw — was it? — that Horace wants. See that the dear fellow has a good one.
Love to all and ever yours,
Papa
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