A note arrives at the house N'vek inherited some time past, brought by a plump, blond-headed young man--one of the sons of Jack Alldale, town crier, visibly faithful Tubbian, and friend to Treadwell--and addressed to N'vek. If the boy were not found, it would be left stuffed in the crack of the front door, as clear of any looming rainclouds as it could be. The writing within is obviously that of a certain toymaker: sloppy, heavy, and, this time, sprinkled a few times with leftover biscuit crumbs.
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N'vek,
My brother, Langley, reminded me of your help the other night in seeing me inside my house when I had fallen and quite nearly passed out from the pain of my leg's being hurt.
If at all possible, I wish to pay you back for your help or, at the very least, thank you in person and offer you a good meal. My doctor and my wife both say I am not to leave this house for any good amount of time yet while my knee heals. Given that I certainly cannot walk properly for now and therefore must be rolled about in this chair of mine, I, for once, must say that I agree with them.
Do come see me as soon as you might, if you please.
Aloisius Treadwell
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