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Good evnin, Mis Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, its all over. All my things is packed An every last one o them boxes Is on Bradleys team Bein hauled over to th depot. No, I aint goin back agin. Im stoppin over to Frenchs fer to-night, And goin down first train in th mornin. Yes, it do seem kinder queer Not to be goin to see Cherrys Orchard no more, But Land Sakes! When a changes comin, Why, I alays say it cant come too quick. Now, thats real kind o you, Your doughnuts is always so tasty. Yes, Im goin to Chicago, To my niece, Shes married to a fine man, hardware business, An doin real well, she tells me. Lizzies ben at me to go out ther for the longest while. She aint got no kith nor kin to Chicago, you know Shes rented me a real nice little flat, Same house as hers, Anm goin to try that city livin folks says so pleasant. Oh, yes, he was real generous, Paid me a sight o money fer the Orchard; I told him twouldnt yield nothin but stones, | 
