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bumped his nose and I guess I must pity him.

All over. We sketched today. Miss Gwiner would have me bring home her new sketchbook and put the first sketch in it. Said she wanted to remember me. - of course she would forget me without a reminder. She is certainly a very interesting girl. At least she makes us laugh a lots-

I am almost confident that I saw Pres. Harrison on my way home today. If I did I can never say that the president never looked at me very straight.

Mrs. Harrison gives a reception to the artists next year. 

How I want to come to school next year! I covet the medal that is to be given then. Myra says I shall come if she does. but I don't know as I ought. It is certainly kind indeed of her.

We went to bed early last night, as Edgar had been to a banquet the night before. It was between nine and ten, - the rest had [[strikethrough]] n't [[/strikethrough]] gone to sleep, I hadn't - that I heard a knock at my door. I knew not what to do. I called Myra, but she was sound asleep. At the second knock I went to the door and demanded "who it was, please." It was Mrs. Turner so I opened the door. Well, she had brought us some ice-cream. I could do nothing but take it with thanks, of course. So she left me alone. I don't know whether I was alone to misery or not: In one sence I wasn't I am sure. But there I was with a lot of ice-cream on