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are the people of all the world most solemnly in need of it. I wish you could be with me in Brattleboroa and coast down hill on a sled, go sliding and snowballing by moonlight!
I would snowball every bit of the hypo out of you!
Now, my dear, if you are going to get sick, I am going to come home.
There is no use in my trying to get well if you, in the mean time, are going to run yourself down.
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