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thought Charlie . And the wind , what grand music it made ! The chimney seemed to be a big bass-viol that this north-easter played on . At noon Aunt Stanshy said , `` What will you have for dinner ? '' `` May I order it , the way I did at a saloon in Boston last summer ? May I write what I want on paper , and put it on the table ? '' `` Yes , if orderin ' will make it taste better , and it seems to affect some folks ' vittles that way . ''