Are you enjoying, this same little me, my travellingself, as from Boston (Mass.) of the inc^ with a gouvemament job. All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the rending of the road outside for to putt in a bowle. In the lost Gabbarnaur-J aggar- nath. Pamjab! Gross Jumpitery whud was thud? Luckluckluck- luckluckluckluck! It is for Anna