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A telegram for you, Robert.A telegram for me? repeated Robert Frost, as he took the envelope which his fellow clerk, Livingston Palmer, handed him. I wonder where it can be from?Perhaps it's from your mother. Your step-father may be sick again, and she may want you at home.No, Mr. Talbot is quite well now; my mother said so in her letter of yesterday. I imagine this is from Timberville, Michigan.Is your friend, Dick Marden, still up there attending to that lumber business for his uncle?