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I can read your secretary’s letter now:
`Miss Jerusha Abbott.
`Mr. Smith prefers that you remain at Lock Willow.
`ELMER H. GRIGGS.’
I hate your secretary. I am certain that a man named Elmer H.
Griggs must be horrid. But truly, Daddy, I think I shall have to go
to Boston. I can’t stay here. If something doesn’t happen soon,
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