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128 August 3 - 1890. Sunday. This week would have been a happy one, a very happy one if it had not been for one thing. One thing with me is, that no matter how nice a time I have had if something happens that spoils it all. I have tried to hide it a little but could not it seems, for Mama told me I was sulky etc. etc. I cannot re[[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]]peat all the things even to you dear old book whom nobody reads. It is enough to say I am unhappy. I will not talk any more about it,[[strikethrough]] s [[/strikethrough]] but - well nothing. I rode 3 times and bathed [[end page]] [[start page]] 129 4, so I ought to be happy. Monday there was a hunt. It met at the first mile corner and the consequences were we not ride for Mama thought there would be to many people. But, I drove Kitty and had a lovely time. I took a different road from the other people I do not know exactly why. Suddenly we heard the hounds and stopped. In a few minutes hounds and riders appeared making their way directly for us. It was the first time I had seen a hunt so near and had a sort of attraction for me. I saw the riders jump three fences then cross the road right behind me