this is a postscript to my last letter, and its purpose is to make a confession. all of us were mightily pleased with those pastilles, and proportionably grateful to you for sending them, until we handed them around and tried to make a meal of them. susie and i held out longest; but at last she gave up, and said she believed they must have gotten spoiled by coming such a lo[n]g journey; but i said i didn’t believe they were of any account in the first place, and that those japanese merely ate them for style. when we had got thus far, it occurred to me to look in the dictionary; which i did; after that we exploited one of them on a shovel of howⒶemendation coals with vastly more satisfactory results. the whole thing sounds idiotic now, but it was a very serious matter while it lasted.

give the love of all the tribe to koto and to yourself.