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where [[strikeout]] met [[/strikeout]] we met a stout woman whom I had a dreadful time convincing that we really knew Mrs. Raymond Holland. I told her we did, informed her where she lived, said whose daughter she was, and finally, as she was still incredulous, summoned all the circumstantial evidence I could to bear upon the subject and told her we "knew her family well," The information left her cool, and she changed the subject. Constance Bigelow was awfully nice, gave us excellent tea and showed us her work which is simply corking. She certainly is the real thing as far as talent goes.

Upon leaving her house we repaired to Chesco's, where we sat at the table with a bucktoothed English girl, of course very nice. We then took a bus-ride; came home and discussed the iniquities of Kathleen's