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28 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 [[end page]] [[begin page]] 29 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