If you’ll come here,

And stay a week,

And—and—

I can’t think of anything that will rhyme; but never mind, I’ve got a man waiting for me—a stranger—a stranger whom I am going to kill—so I am eager to get at it, & will not delay for rhymes—you just give me date & train & I will be at the station to fetch you. Will you? With love to you & Charley,