epper to tell them, I said an old friend of mine, who
was anxious to know Twickenham Town, was coming to see it when he got
back from Europe. After which I gave Mr. Pepper a little wink which he
understood, and I am sure no one was told the wording of the message I
had received. Mr. Pepper has a good deal of sense.

Happy? I was the happiest girl in all the world that day. I nearly
sang my throat off when I got to my room, but I did not mention the
telegram to anybody save Miss Susanna, and I didn't go into details
with her about it. I just said a friend was coming to see me when he
got back from Europe, and I said it in such a way she didn't think I
was interested very much. She is so astonished by Elizabeth's
behavior, and so surprised at her marriage, which is to be in November,
that I don't think she paid any attention to what I said and got the
impression it was a friend of Father's who was coming to Twickenham
Town. I let her keep it. I did not give it to her knowingly, but
there was no need to take it away.

And last night, not being able to sleep, I knew I had not been in love
with Whythe at all. I don't know a thing in the world about being in
love. I had tried to think I knew something, but I was mistaken. I
must say I enjoyed hearing Whythe's crescendo, obligato, diminuendo way
of making it, but I realize now I am not the sort of person to really
fall in love with strange men. Certainly I could never do it with a
wabbly, changery, one-or-the-othery kind of man that Whythe is, and
while it was pretty scrumptious thinking a twenty-five-year-older was
in love with me, I soon found out it was a summer case and not at all
serious. And I am thankful I never thought I was enough in love to
become engaged. There might have been things to remember that one
likes to forget when the real one comes along, and I have nothing of
that sort to be sorry for. I'm right particular at times.

If I am ever really and truly engaged I wonder if I will be as
particular as a sixteen-year-old person, a girl person, ought to be? I
guess it will depend on whom I am engaged to, but, of course, not being
in love, I couldn't be engaged, and there is no use in thinking what I
might do under circumstances that might warrant the doing of it, and
when I see Billy I will just shake hands; that is--

Every time I think of his coming I feel like opening my arms so wide I
could take the whole world in, but I don't open them. I