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 to be Done and Little Pink Clouds and My Own Dear—and all my discouragements left me, and the Round World sang! Forever and forever,

She put her letter into an envelope, took it out again, and got her Secret Journal. Curtis Carey and she were going for a walk and he would be waiting for her, but it was better to let him wait a few minutes. She began to copy, the letters growing more and more scalloped through her agitation at the thought of Curtis:

"This place is so dreary—it's a temptation to let one's little shining be buried under Talk of Health and Knitted Shawls and Diets"

"I was afraid you'd forgotten about me," Curtis said, as she stepped out of the elevator.

"Oh, did I keep you waiting? I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry! And such a place to wait in! Lost in a jungle of potted palms, among these big chairs like a herd of elephants."