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but dwindled down surprisingly as the day went on.  To-night I dine at the Cushings Oh Joy! joy! A thousand times joy.  Prepare.

August 12th, 1894.

At five minutes to eight last night someone called outside my door:

"Gertrude, Gertrude"

It was Alfred's voice and as I was dressed I said: "Come in."

The door opened and Alfred surveyed me for a moment

"Papa says it is time to

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go", he announced.

I gathered my fan, gloves and handkerchief together, and turned to see that I looked all right before leaving.  I had thought sometimes that I was a little pretty.  I was looking perhaps better than usual, but I was hidious.  The green dress made like an old fashioned picture dress, which should have been becoming was the only pretty thing about me.  I wondered why I did not break the glass.

Papa stood at the foot of the stairs and told me to hurry up.  I would be late  I knew better.  It would