And so one may devide life. In my case the
Cinder proved the Introduction, as there was none other. I
consider that the Suitcase was the Development, my showing it to
Jane Raleigh was the Crisis, and the Denouement or Catastrofe
occured later on.
Let us then procede to the Catastrofe.
Jane Raleigh came to see me off at the train. Her Familey
was coming the next day. And instead of Flowers, she put a small
bundel into my hands. "Keep it hiden, Bab," she said, "and tear
up the card."
I looked when I got a chance, and she had crocheted me a
wash cloth, with a pink edge. "For your linen Chest," the card
said, "and I'm doing a bath towle to match."
I tore up the Card, but I put the wash cloth with the other
things I was trying to hide, because it is bad luck to throw a
Gift away. But I hoped, as I seemed to be getting more things to
conceal all the time, that she would make me a small bath towle,
and not the sort as big as a bed spread.
Father went with us to get us settled, and we had a long
talk while mother and Sis made out lists for Dinners and so
forth.
"Look here, Bab," he said, "somthing's wrong with you.
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