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It was too tradgic that, with all the world to choose from,
I had not taken him instead of H.
We walked downstairs, so as not to give the elevator boy a
chance to talk, he said. But he was asleep again, and we got to
the street and to the taxicab without being seen.
Oh, I was very cheerful. When I think of it--but I might
have known, all along. Nothing went right with me that week.
Just before we got to the house he said:
"Goodnight and goodbye, little Barbara. I'll never forget
you and this evening. And save me a dance at your coming-out
party. I'll be there."
I held out my hand, and he took it and kissed it. It was
all perfectly thrilling. And then we drew up in front of the
house and he helped me out, and my entire Familey had just got
out of the motor and was lined up on the pavment staring at us!
"All right, are you?" he said, as coolly as if they had not
been anywhere in sight. "Well, good night and good luck!" And he
got into the taxicab and drove away, leaving me in the hands of
the Enemy.
The next morning I was sent back to school.


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