The manager thought it very possible , and offered to send around and see . But Ida said it was on her way home and she would call herself . At the dismal little house on Marlboro Road she was sent up three flights of stairs to the other Ida Mitchell 's small hall bedroom . The other Ida Mitchell opened the door for her . Behind her , on the table , was the cake -- such a fine , big , brown cake , with raisins sticking out all over it ! `` Why , how do you do , Miss Mitchell ! '' exclaimed the other Ida with shy pleasure . `` Come in . I did n't know you were in town . It 's real good of you to come and see me . And just see what I 've had sent to me ! Is n't it a beauty ? I was so surprised when it came -- and , oh , so glad ! I was feeling so blue and lonesome -- as if I had n't a friend in the world . I -- I -- yes , I was crying when that cake came . It has just made the world over for me . Do sit down and I 'll cut you a piece . I 'm sure you 're as fond of fruit cake as I am . '' Ida sat down in a chair , feeling bewildered and awkward . This was a nice predicament !
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