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But I am all alone. Myra and Mark went this morning and when I came back home I threw myself down on the lounge and cried although I had said all the way home that I would write to Myra that I had not shed a solitary tear, tho' I had choked back-a few? But it was dreadful to come in and not hear Mark and he always had some- thing to say. ("There, little girl, don't cry!") And I got to thinking of Myra-or rather I kept on thinking-
And oh dear me! Who am I to tell my little affairs to? Poor girl, I should think she would be glad to be away from me awhile though - I am so vexatious. I know I am foolish for they are only to be gone a short while. But now