This is really all the news I have,
excipt that cherries ar-re ripe. Me pin is poor, me ink is dhry, me love
f'r you can niver die. Give me regards to Sicrety Hay whin he wakes up.
I remain, illusthrus cousin iv th' risin' dawn, thruly ye'ers, Li.
P. S.--If ye need anny more information take a longer dhraw.'
"'That,' says Woo, 'is wan way iv r-readin' it. Read upside down it says
that the impress has become a Swedenboorjan. I will r-read it standin'
on me head whin I get home where I can pin down me overskirt; thin I'll
r-read it in a lookin' glass; thin I'll saw it into sthrips an' r-run it
through a wringer an' lave it stand in a tub iv bluein', an' whin its
properly starched I'll find out what it says. Fin'lly I'll cut it into
small pieces an' cook with rice an' lave it to rest in a cool place, an'
thin 'twill r-read even betther. I hope ye're satisfied,' he says. 'I
am,' says Jawn Hay. 'I'll tillygraft to Mark that ivrything is all r-
right,' he says, 'an' that our relations with his majesty or her majesty
or their Boxerships or th' Down-with-th'-foreign-divvlers or whoiver's
runnin' th' shop over beyant are as they ought to be or worse or
betther, as th' case may be,' he says. 'Good,' says Woo, 'ye're a man
afther me own heart,' he says.
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