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to me, as a queen would do.

And there she stood, so tall and graceful, with her fair head erect, suggesting this and wondering that. She was an object of extreme wonder for me. Were blue eyes like those, and fair coils of hair like that, and arched brows and red lips like those ever seen outside of a story book?

But she is very kind and I have found her to be quite common (?) in spite of my surmises that she was haughty. Miss Wyckoff was the life of the class. Everyone must prepare to laugh when she came but she has gone to Wash. (State) now.

I have [[strikethru]]taken[[/strikethru]] finished four drawings and have good headway on another. The work is entirely different from any I have ever done before. But I am doing very nicely. This is the sort of work required for entering the Gallery.

I work from casts altogether, am on a black head now.

Some of the more advanced girls are at work on a life study. The model is an|old man. Dr. Chandler.

We think he is quite a vain old soul, and he is radiantly happy when some one accidently praises any point [[strikethrough]] in [[/strikethrough]] of  his face.

The girls are all ever so  much older than I am and I am "the baby" or "the little girl". Miss M calls me her baby all the time.

I go to work at about 9.30 and work until about 1 P.M.

I wrote to our folks at home and to Prof. Bundy