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THE BOARDER'S VISIT.
For the rest of the afternoon, and indeed far into the night, our conversation consisted almost entirely of conjectures regarding the probable condition of things at the house.

We both thought we had done right, but we felt badly about it.

It was not hospitable, to be sure; but then I should have no other holiday until next year, and our friends could come at any time to see us.
The next morning old John brought a note from Pomona.

It was written with pencil on a small piece of paper torn from the margin of a newspaper, and contained the words, "Here yit." "So you've got company," said old John, with a smile.