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iced meat, frigid sauce, and string-beans a la Chilcoot Pass and Dyea.

Cold suppers are an abomination unto the whetted appetite, so sayeth, the seer.

I have at hand an invitation to a soiree given by the King's Daughters.

Miss Taylor accompanies the invitation with an urgent request that I be present. To accept or not to, that is the question!

Or not to - comes the soft, sweet answer of an obliging conscience before a rebellious intention can indite