Nothing, however, had come for me, and I was worried. But
on the 16th mother's visiting Secretary sent on four that I was
to accept, with tiped acceptances for me to copy and send. She
also sent me the good news that I was to have two party dresses,
and I was to send on my measurements for them.
One of the parties was a dinner and theater party, to be
given by Carter Brooks on New Year's Day. Carter Brooks is the
well-known Yale Center, although now no longer such but selling
advertizing, etcetera.
It is tradgic to think that, after having so long
anticapated that party, I am now here in sackcloth and ashes,
which is a figure of speech for the Peter Thompson uniform of
the school, with plain white for evenings and no jewellry.
It was with anticapatory joy, therefore, that I sent the
acceptances and the desired measurements, and sat down to
cheerfully while away the time in studies and the various duties
of school life, until the Holadays.
However, I was not long to rest in piece, for in a few days
I received a letter from Carter Brooks, as follows:
_Dear Barbara_: It was sweet of you to write me so
promptly, although I confess to being rather astonished as well
as delighted at being called "Dearest.
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