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there would be no assembly and that we might go. Miss Davidson told me that Miss L. was white with rage, but as little Miss John, the French teacher of design, said, "It is the only chance we get to talk together."

When I got home to-night the house was deserted, Wednesday being the day Mrs. Windrim goes to visit Mr. W. at the hospital, and it was blizzardly chilly.  I put on my woolen vest and sweater, drew a lot of boiling water into the bath tub, and then got my dinner.  Later while curled up in the big chair with my feet under me, Mr. Moisant appeared.  He stripped off his coat and began to get his supper.  He was doing well and seemed happy until I happened to mention the temperature, then he did feel cold and somewhat later discovered he had taken cold so imbibed of hot lemonade which Mrs. W. made for him having by that time arrived upon the scene, took aspirin tablets and to his bed where he intends to shield or shed his cold I suspect.  Last night he suggested getting up early and getting French fried potatoes for my breakfast.  He got