But alas, no. I sneazed
again!
Mother was weged in, and I saw that my only hope was
flight. I had not had more than between three and four dollars
worth of the evening, but I glansed again and Sis was boring
holes into me with her eyes. Only Beresford knew nothing, and
was trying to hold Sis's hand under her opera cloak. Any fool
could tell that.
But, as I was about to rise and stand poized, as one may
say, for departure, I caught Adrian's eyes, with a gleam in
their deep depths. He was, at the moment, toying with the bowl
of roses. He took one out, and while the Leading Lady was
talking, he eged his way toward my box. There, standing very
close, aparently by accident, he droped the rose into my lap.
Oh Dairy! Dairy!
I picked it up, and holding it close to me, I flew.
I am now in bed and rather chilley. Mother banged at the
door some time ago, and at last went away, mutering.
I am afraid she is going to be petish.
JANUARY 22ND. Father came home this morning, and things are
looking up. Mother of course tackeled him first thing, and when
he came upstairs I expected an awful time.
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