It was then five o'clock.
How nervous I felt as I sent up my name to his chamber. Oh,
dear Dairy, to think that it was but five hours ago that I sat
and waited, while people who guessed not the inner trepadation
of my heart past and repast, and glansed at me and at Leila's
pink hat above.
At last he came. My heart beat thunderously, as he
aproached, strideing along in that familiar walk, swinging his
strong and tender arms. And I! I beheld him coming and could
think of not a word to say.
"Well!" he said, pausing in front of me. "I knew I was
going to be lucky today. Friday is my best day."
"I was born on Friday," I said. I could think of nothing
else.
"Didn't I say it was my lucky day? But you mustn't sit
here. What do you say to a cup of tea in the restarant?"
How grown up and like a _debutante_ I felt, dear Dairy,
going to have tea as if I had it every day at School, with a
handsome actor across! Although somwhat uneasy also, owing to
the posibility of the Familey coming in. But it did not and I
had a truly happy hour, not at all spoiled by looking out the
window and seeing Jane going by, with her eyes popping out, and
walking very slowly so I would invite her to come in.
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