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we, Myra was in her black satin, and little lace turban with my black scarf thrown over her shoulders. Mark's white summer-hat spread out quaintly from his yellow hair, and his black cape looked not unlike a priest's robe. All I could say was, 
"Oh lovely!"
"What! Too late?" and Myra's countenance fell.

Well we came home and left. Miss Byrne and Miss Patrice talking their affairs. Miss Byrne thinks today that any picture has the "character but is not a likeness." One of its principle faults is its size. But that is my failing-

I am now doing Becky Hyde in the second position. She is a handsome child. tho' not pretty. 

May 1 1891. Friday
Hip hurrah! I'm admitted to the Intermediate. Yesterday Miss Minnigerode  took my six best drawings for examination. I had no idea of. hearing from them for almost a week. But this morning I took Mark for a walk to keep him out of Myra's way. We were at the Capitol grounds having a fine time. We sat on the grass and Mark pulled dandelions and fairly bedecked us. Another girl was there with a boy like Mark. We turned a corner and who should we see but Myra with my letter from the Corcorau. She could not wait and so had torn the letter open.

I put all the interrogation my soul contained into