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Then Georgia and I had a fine talk, --after another warm, happy silence.
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Georgia never was so nice. She was telling me all about a man. I shouldn't wonder; but I mustn't tell even you--not yet. Then I came home and here were the beautiful flowers from Dr. Parkman. Karl--you _did_ tell him! Honest now--you did--and it was awful. Why didn't you put it in the university paper so that all the students could send me things? That nice boy, Harry Wyman, wrote a poem about me--'To the Lovely Lady'--now you needn't laugh! And oh, I don't know, but it all seemed so beautiful and right when I came home this afternoon. I love our house more and more. I love those funny knobs on the doors, and this library seems just _us_! I was so happy I couldn't keep from singing, and you know I can't sing at all. Then _you_ came home! You had the box out in your hand--I saw it clear across the street. You were smiling just like a boy. I shall never forget how you looked as you gave me the ring. I think, after all, that look was my _real_ birthday gift.--Now, Karl, don't you _know_ you shouldn't have bought such a ring? But, oh!--I, _am_ so happy, sweetheart.