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and how we did destroy her natural confidence. Now she wants so hard, always, to be like the rest. Do you remember how she used to try to be like Bobbie, talking baby talk, being interested - or trying to - in all such infantile things, just because she wanted companionship so badly? And of course she never was like the others, only an ugly duckling that might afterwards be a swan. 

When I took Doris out to Dr. Myerson that P.M. he too got her impression of me and after his interview, asked me pretty sharply if I had been critical of the girl. He wanted to find out what you were like, too. I illustrated you by telling him how you walked around the cat, making believe step on his tail, - and your tease, and your humor etc. I told him how she could always be counted on for her sense of humor etc. "Now" he said, "she can't crack a smile." Anyhow he told me he wouldn't make up his mind, but to come back this Sat. So - but to continue in events. After we left his office, I took her down town and she had a good time picking out a new skirt the rest of the P.M. and then she wanted a new petticoat, one of those taffeta ruffled affairs and she got what she wanted. And she needed new pants, so we got them, and she walked down to the S. Sta with me feeling a lot better. She was going out that evening, and I went home. The next day I lunched with her at the museum and went to Cap Weston's class and told him it was my fault she missed his quiz the day before, etc. The next day I arranged to stay in Fri night & go to a social with Miss [[strikethrough]] Dyke [[/strikethrough]] Deichmann, a Swedish Scandin. affair. All this time, tho, Doris in my little meetings with her, was becoming more cheerful. And by Miss Deichmann's party, was in good spirits. I had supper with the girls at the dorm, had the "ice-box" for the night as that girl was