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solicitude, and of the kidlets' "when are you coming back again?"  Lizzie wasn't satisfied but what she must include a box of sweets for the trip, and everybody at the hotel had gone out of the way to give me a grip and a wish for good luck. ^[[Stan Robertson, my own pal, dropped in before I left for [[strikethrough]] [[Boston]] [[/strikethrough]] Springfield.  It was fine.

The train to Springfield stopped out beyond Worcester and I chaffed under the forced inactivity of a stall due to a wreck ahead. We were held up two hours and that made me lose precious minutes with Ruth. I was so tired I could hardly keep awake yet couldn't or wouldn't sleep in that Pullman. I guess I was all nerves for the whole period; that is the only way I can account for my [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] ^[[exited]] wideawakeneness; the [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] bustling of things and people I was with just