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Oh, if there only were not such a chasm between seeing a thing and getting it down on paper!
“‘Ever since you got that check for a story last winter Elizabeth’s been wondering if she oughtn’t to let you write,’ Cousin Jimmy told me. ‘But she couldn’t bring herself to back down till Aunt Nancy’s letter gave her the excuse. Money makes the Murray mare go, Emily. Want some more Yankee stamps?’
“Mrs. Kent has told Teddy he can go for another year. After that he doesn’t know what will happen. So we are all going back and I am so happy that I want to write it in Italics.
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“September 10, 19—
“I have been elected president of the Senior class for this year. And the Skulls and Owls sent me a notice that I had been elected a member of their august fraternity without the formality of an application.
“Evelyn Blake, by the way, is at present laid up with tonsillitis!
“I accepted the presidency—but I wrote a note to the Skull and Owl declining membership with awful politeness.
“After black-beaning me last year, indeed!
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“October 7, 19—
“There was great excitement today in class when Dr. Hardy made a certain announcement. Kathleen Darcy’s uncle, who is a Professor of McGill, is visiting here, and he has taken it into his head to offer a prize for the best poem, written by a pupil of Shrewsbury High School—said prize being a complete set of Parkman. The poems must be handed in by the first of November, and are to be ‘not less than twenty lines, and no more than sixty.’ Sounds as if a tape measure was the first requisite. I have been wildly hunting through my Jimmy-books tonight and have decided to send in Wild Grapes. It is my second best poem. A Song of Sixpence is my best, but