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I s'pose you think I bother you an awful lot, dear Lord,--an' so I do, but you haven't sent the Money Moon yet, you see, an' now my Auntie Anthea's got to leave Dapplemere--if I don't find the fortune for her soon. I know I'm crying a lot, an' real men don't cry,--but it's only 'cause I'm awful--lonely an' disappointed,--an' nobody can see me, so it doesn't matter. But, dear Lord, I've looked an' looked everywhere, an' I haven't found a single sovereign yet,--an' I've prayed to you, an' prayed to you for the Money Moon an'--it's never come. So now, dear Lord, I'm going to Africa, an' I want you to please take care of my Auntie Anthea till I come back. Sometimes I'm 'fraid my prayers can't quite manage to get up to you 'cause of the clouds, an' wind, but to-night there isn't any, so, if they do reach you, please--Oh! please let me find the fortune, and, if you don't mind, let--_him_ come back to me, dear Lord,--I mean my Uncle Porges, you know. An' now--that's all, dear Lord, so Amen!