Friday noon
Good night , Farquhar dear ! '' `` Good night , Cecile , my darling , my guardian angel , as Corry rightly says . '' Miss Tryphena Hill was reading Sylvanus ' letter in the kitchen , first to herself . It ran as follows : -- _ A Board _ THE SUSAN THOMAS Friday noon . _ My ever of thee I 'm fondly dreaming , Tryphena _ , -- U sed my spelins was caple of beterment so I got the tittle out of a song buk in the cars and wrot it down in the end lefe of the litel testymint you giv me wile the capen and the nusboy was int lukin on . How duz it tak yor i . The capen he brung Mrs. T long for a sale .