Then, dear Dairy, he turned to me and said:
"I always have, Bab. I guess I'll run true to form."
JANUARY 23RD. Much better today. Out and around. Familey
(mother and Sis) very dignafied and nothing much to say.
Evadently have promised father to restrain themselves. Father
rushed and not coming home to dinner.
Beresford on edge of proposeing. Sis very jumpy.
LATER: Jane Raleigh is home for her couzin's wedding! Is
coming over. We shall take a walk, as I have much to tell her.
6 P. M. What an afternoon! How shall I write it? This is a
Milestone in my Life.
I have met him at last. Nay, more. I have been in his
dressing room, conversing as though acustomed to such things all
my life. I have conceled under the mattress a real photograph of
him, beneath which he has written Yours always, Adrian
Egleston."
I am writing in bed, as the room is chilley--or I am--and
by putting out my hand I can touch His pictured likeness.
Jane came around for me this afternoon, and mother
consented to a walk. I did not have a chance to take Sis's pink
hat, as she keeps her door locked now when not in her room.
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