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Doris [inspecting the backs]. No, they’re from an aunt or something. Anything else? Jerry . Yes, here’s one more. I think it’s one of the neatest letters I’ve had this morning. Now, isn’t that a cute letter? I call that a cute letter. [He weighs it in his hand and smells it.] Smell it. Doris . It does smell good. It’s a perfume ad. Fish . Say, that sure does smell good. Jerry . Well, I’ve done pretty well by you this morning. Maybe you got a letter for me. Doris . No, there’s none to-day. Jerry . Funny thing: I came near leaving that pink letter with a little girl down the street who looked as if she needed one pretty bad. I thought that maybe it was really meant for her, and just had the wrong name and address on by mistake. It would of tickled her. I get tempted to leave mail where