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is awfully lonesome & he likes to hear you talk so much.
May was wearing some beautiful roses that [Jim?] had
Monday Oct. 25 1880
sent her & this message gave her an [an?] feeling that there
after all [form?] [me?] and it more than she had supposed. Her
card I have decided to keep a journal. I went to
was soon school this morning, we were dismissed at
filled three o-clock She told herself that she would enjoy this
one evening that she didn't care what she did or said. Both
Ned & Harry danced with her more than once. Ned told her
with brotherly frankness that she looked tip-top & Harry's eyes
made gave the compliments that his tongue did not utter. Toward the
last of the evening she had been waltzing with him & they
stopped to rest a moment. One of the rooms ordinarily used
for a cloak-room had been fitted up as a recept parlor & made very
attractive with palms & flowers. There was no one in it as they
went by the door & Harry proposed that they should go in. As
May dropped her flowers just as she reached a chair & Harry
stooped to pick them up. He had realized that there was some
change in her that might he had been wondering what it was & at this
moment the sense of having her to himself away from the noise
& numbers outside overpowered him & made him oblivious of the
rule of conduct he had laid down for himself. As he gave her
the flowers he looked at her with more meaning in his't eyes than
he himself knew & whispered heartlessly Won you give me one.
She looked at him but her eyes fell beneath his. Then she slowly