Perhaps you remember a Fourth of July which you took me to once, when we were ragged little wretches at home?
I do, anyhow, and this is to be twin-brother to that time.

All the ugly, dingy little urchins that I know have been invited.
We're to have fine fireworks and fine singing and fine _eating_.

My wife added that last item,--thought it a great improvement.

I'm not sure but it is; most things are that she has a hand in.

Now, to come to the point of this letter,--you're to make the speech on that occasion.