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this was really myself. This girl who was changing her clothes for a ride, with the trees waving in at the windows and that delicious odor of spring all around. To describe to you what galoping over the plains is, without any hat on, with the wind blowing in your face and your pony feeling well under you, is more than I can undertake! Mr Cottenet told me over and over that I had no idea, I could not have, how becoming it was to be, to be without a hat like that, but I believe he only wanted to please me. He called me
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Ophelia.

Lunch, just we six was happy and gay and good. We teased Mr Cottenet about his caring and were more like children than grown up sensible creatures.

I felt ten years younger when we came back to town, but I [[underline]] was [[/underline]] blue that evening, [[underline]] blue [[/underline]] to a degree!-

Mr McVickar - a married man, age perhaps 32 or 3, terrible talker has suddenly taken it into his head to be very nice to me. Last winter he used to ride with me some times & was always nice but now he is especially so. I can't