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From Willie's Father to Willie's Mother.
My Dear Wife,—Let us be thankful to-night that we still have our darling Willie. Louise and Mollie have written you of the accident. Both doctors say he will soon be well. There was a large box full of explosives, and just as they went off Willie sat down in the box. Poor little fellow, it was a somewhat dismal ending for his day's sport—though I suspect that it has not yet wholly ended, as I hear explosions in the bedroom. I gave him some matches—he seemed so lonesome—but I did not know that he had any crackers. He must have induced Bridget to give him some. I must hurry down, or I shall have to send for the fire company instead of the doctor. As ever,
Your loving Husband.
WILLIE'S CONDITION BY NIGHTFALL.