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Friday, December 7, 1928

offices at school, and your directing the play, and all that, and I suppose its not all your fault Miss Purington kinda talks you into being important."  She paused.  Aline was silent, but she had loosened her grip on the other girls hand.  "Well, you think you're popular - and you are because people want to sit next to you and be seen with you and that sort of thing, but do you know why - it's because they're afraid of you.  There - I've said it, and don't be sore, Al dear, it's only 'cause we are chums that I can warn you.  "Are you afraid of me, Liz?" Aline asked in a voice of calm eveness.  Liz's [[strikethrough]] little [[/strikethrough]] round, merry face clouded for a moment.  "Oh, Al, how can you," and her words tumbled in the air," I'm crazy about you, because I know you, and I know how darling you are.  It's just that all this business has gone to your head.  See?"  Aline did see.  And she never forgot.


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Saturday, December 8, 1928

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She went there for the first time with her brother.  They parked the car in the little alley and walked in through the wooden gate to the small house in which John lived, behind the larger one of the Manchesters.  Old Jim Manchester and his wife were asleep in the darkened house, and even the lazy, mongrel watchdog had surrendered his vigil.  But there was a lamp alive in John's bungalow and so they walked in.  John was sitting in the one large chair, and the book on his lap was closed.  She smiled at him as they went through the usual introductions, and she pulled off her hat, and she fixed the dip in her hair in front of a mirror, and she sat down on the sofa.  And while they talked and she told them all about the New York she had left, and while she flung about quite flipantly her dislike for the West and her amusement at its childishness she looked at John.  He had charm, certainly, she decided, in spite of his ugliness, — or was it really ugliness?  His features were all large, the mouth with its narrow frame of thin lips, and his straight nose, and his eyes, enlarged perhaps by the round glasses he wore.  His hair, thin and fine, went straight back, receding from a broad