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She has since shown a different kind of a spirit toward me from that she had shown before - 
Ever so many of the girls sent sketches to the Ex. - I didn't tho' Miss Minnigerode wished me to - Daisy Kind did some excellent babies and old "darkies." Poor Daisy! She was disappointed in her last picture - She did it for the prize and her teachers advised her not to send it in. I do right well in India Ink - that is, better than with pencil. In my last sketch at school Miss Grigsby and I sat down and caught Mrs. Digney - Myra's dinner smells good. good-day.
Later - Well Myra and I gave up hearing Ingalls and yesterday we went to Mt. Vernon - The MacAllister was crowded but we finally found seats. We had Mark along and he thoroughly enjoyed the ride - more so, as it proved, than he did the stay at Mt. Vernon. The bell tolled + we seemed to pass Mt. Vernon; I rushed down to the dining-room, in search for someone, finding a waiter. I asked him if this boat did not go to Mt. V. "Yes." "Well why don't it go then?" "It's going there now." Returning, I found we were nearing the landing. We passed to the lower deck. the ropes were thrown about; and soon we were three of a little company making its way up the hill of the hold house of America's great hero - In each side the walk is forest, grown with underbrush - Virginia Creeper, honey-suckle, smoke-tree, wild-roses, etc. Little patks darted around through these thickets. The first place of interest we reached was the tomb.

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