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I asked him , very politely , if he would have the kindness to tell me where any servants were to be found , as they did not answer the bell . He stared at this request , and then answered , quite proudly , -- `` I wait on gentlemen , my young friend ; but we are all free men here . '' I can not get used to this new state of affairs , and should be quite out of patience , having to do so many things for myself , if brother Clarendon did not keep me laughing all the while with his perfect fits of despair . But he is calling to me to stop writing , for , since here in Marblehead they wo n't let him have any peace in sleeping till eleven o'clock , he insists on going to bed with the chickens , or he shall die for want of rest . Love to all , men , women , and children , horses and dogs , from your affectionate cousin , PIDGIE BEVERLEY . Marblehead , July 3d , 1846 . DEAR BENNIE , -- Just now I heard a rolling of small wheels , and then the barking of a dog .