"
He went behind the screan, and the man handed him a raged
shirt over the top of it, while I sat in a chair and dreamed.
What I reflected, would the School say if it but knew! I felt no
remorce. I was there, and beyond the screan, changing into the
garments of penury, was the only member of the Other Sex I had
ever felt I could truly care for.
Dear Dairy, I am tired and my head aches. I cannot write it
all. He was perfectly respectfull, and only his eyes showed his
true feelings. The woman who is the Adventuress in the play came
to the Door, but he motioned her away with a waive of the hand.
And at last it was over, and he was asking me to come again
soon, and if I wou1d care to have one of his pictures.
I am very sleepy tonight, but I cannot close this record of
a w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l d-a-y----
JANUARY 24TH. Cold worse.
Not hearing from Carter Brooks I telephoned him just now.
He is sore about Beresford and said he would not come to the
house. So I have asked him to meet me in the Park, and said that
there were only to more days, this being Thursday.
LATER: I have seen Carter, and he has a fine plan.
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