Had I not been uneasy
at my deciet, I to would have thrilled.
Some fresh muffins came in just then and I was starveing.
But I waved them away, and stood staring at the fire.
I am writing all of this as truthfully as I can. I am not
defending myself. What I did I was driven to, as any one can
see. It takes a real shock to make the average Familey wake up
to the fact that the youngest daughter is not the Familey baby
at seventeen. All I was doing was furnishing the shock. If
things turned out badly, as they did, it was because I rather
overdid the thing. That is all. My motives were perfectly
ireproachible.
Well, they fell on the muffins like pigs, and I could
hardly stand it. So I wandered into the den, and it occurred to
me to write the letter then. I felt that they all expected me to
do something anyhow.
If I had never written the wretched letter things would be
better now. As I say, I overdid. But everything had gone so
smoothly all day that I was decieved. But the real reason was a
new set of furs. I had secured the dresses and the promise of
the necklace on a Poem and a Photograph, and I thought that a
good love letter might bring a muff.
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