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           Ohdear!

           November26,Sunday.—Thecuratepreachedaverygoodsermontoday—verygoodindeed.Hisappearanceisneversoimpressiveasourdearoldvicar’s,butIamboundtosayhissermonsaremuchmoreimpressive.Aratherannoyingincidentoccurred,ofwhichImustmakemention.Mrs.Fernlosse,whoisquiteagrandlady,livinginoneofthoselargehousesintheCamdenRoad,stoppedtospeaktomeafterchurch,whenwewereallcomingout.ImustsayIfeltflattered,forsheisthoughtagooddealof.Isupposesheknewmethroughseeingmesooftentakeroundtheplate,especiallyasshealwaysoccupiesthecornerseatofthepew.Sheisaveryinfluentiallady,andMayhavehadsomethingoftheutmostimportancetosay,butunfortunately,asshecommencedtospeakastronggustofwindcameandblewmyhatoffintothemiddleoftheroad.

           Ihadtorunafterit,andhadthegreatestdifficultyinrecoveringit.WhenIhadsucceededindoingso,IfoundMrs.Fernlossehadwalkedonwithsomeswellfriends,andIfeltIcouldnotwellapproachhernow,especiallyasmyhatwassmotheredwithmud.IcannotsayhowdisappointedIfelt.

           Intheevening(Sundayeveningofallothers)IfoundanimpertinentnotefromMr.Burwin–Fosselton,whichranasfollows:

           “DEARMR.