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Lake Placid, Sept. 5th
[[strikethrough]] Tuesday, July 10, 1928 [[/strikethrough]]

Coming back to N.Y. was queer.  I hated to think of the trip being over and yet I was very glad because it meant seeing Bob again.  Curiously enough I couldn't quite realize I was really going to see Bob.  He was so nice about writing to me — and flowers — and calling me up — I did so hope it wouldn't be an anti-climax when it became a reality.

Dan and Austin were fun, but rather drab.  Arnold was as peculiar as wet.  I wonder if he really [[strikethrough]] has as [[strikethrough]] is mechicistic.  His "girl-friend" is charming, possessing an unusual amount of grace and poise.  She seems to be truly in love with Arnold — and he with her.  My officer was 2/3 bald, [[strikethrough]] but [[strikethrough]] and terribly decent!

Finally the train for Placid.  The lady smoking in the W.C.; the top of my pyjamas; arriving too early; missing Beadenkuper.

And then Placid —.  At first I was disappointed because it seemed to lack the majesty I had imagined it would have, but later I began to love it's queer combination of dignity and informality.  The sun shone most kind on the lake and the mountains and showed to best advantage the leaves of the few trees, precociously turned to crimson.  The sky was softer than post-card blue sky, but as intense.  And the night was glorious.

Little Harry and I went rowing, and he was


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most amusing.  He is a darling kid, alive, clever, and a "regular fellow".  Jane is terribly nice, very good-looking and lots of fun, but I still find it difficult with her because of my strange position here —.  Peggy Salomon was cute —.  A picnic turned out to be fun.  Several older and attractive girls, with wavy sausages — steaks — corn — and so on.  I did, tho', long to be back with Bob.  ——.

Bob was even "more so" than I'd dreamed.  I do love him so terribly, terribly much — so deeply.  It is a part of my life — it is my life.  We talked and walked and then in the night we sat out on the porch-hanging-over-the-water.  It was the most happy and contented of all moments.  We were truly in harmony — loving each other — and everything.  Oh, why couldn't the moon have stayed still in the heavens — and have made that moment the first of eternity?  Why must this ever end?  I won't look into the future — the present and past glow with the precious light of sincere happiness.  I do love Bob, and it means more to me than anything or anyone else.  It's frightening - it's glorious - it's so indescribably "nice"....

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