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I wish I knew her name, and thought--as I might myself do, only that I resist it--that she is not alive at all.

Well, what she would either think or do beats me.

I suppose she would want to slipper me as she used to do when I was a wee kiddie--in a different way, of course.
_May_ 3, 1907.
I really could not go on seriously last night.

The idea of Aunt Janet giving me a licking as in the dear old days made me laugh so much that nothing in the world seemed serious then.