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February 9

… “Now, W⁠⸺, talk to me prettily,” she said as soon as the door was closed on them.

“Oh! make him read a book,” whined her sister, but we talked of marriage instead⁠—in all its aspects. Bless their hearts, I found these two dear young things simply sodden with the idea of it.

In the middle I did a knee-jerk which made them scream with laughing⁠—the patellar reflex was new to them, so I seized a brush from the grate, crossed to Her and gently tapped: out shot her foot, and ⸻ cried: “Oh, do do it to me as well.” It was rare fun.

“Oh! pretty knee, what do I see?

And he stooped and he tied up my garter for me.”