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almost praising my drawing.

But she turned on me. What was I blushing for? All the girls laughed at me and I can't describe how silly I felt. My teacher shook me and boxed my ears with a laugh and told me to go on with my gladiator for my next work.

We had a great deal of fun the other day. Miss Wykoff wished to take some groups away with her [[strike-out]] e [[/strike-out]] so she brought her little camera down and we poised.

In one, we dress up the block-head in a toque, the ties of which were brought around and tied under his stony chin.  Then one of the girls' capes was thrown around his cold cold shoulders.

 Miss Grigsby held him in her arms and Miss Sawyer stood by her with an old philosopher, who was play peek-a-boo with the block-head, in her hands. Oh, we laughed until we cried and our picture is, I expect, a mass of grinning faces among block-heads, Apollos etc.

I must quit and write to my friend Louie.

Apr. 9. 1891
Myrtle has gone to the dairy for milk and if I can find respite enough between Marks demands for new "doll-babies" I will give my Journal a "dose".

Now Myra has come and Mark is feeding me on chocolate creams.

We just came home, a moment ago, from the park.

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Note: first word completed per prior page 2nd transcriber note: not sure this is correct presentation for words hyphenated across pages