December 10
“Don’t be an old fossil,” she said to me tonight, irrelevantly.
“Apropos of what?” I inquired.
“Mother, here’s W⸺ proposing to E⸺! Do come,” cried ⸻, with intent to confuse. I laughed heartlessly.
Dear, dear, where will it all end? It’s a sad business when you fall in love with a girl you don’t like.