And you remember how, with my usual sweetness, I finally gave way?
Well, Dad, you never knew the reason.

The Yale Glee Club came to Westfield that year just before the holidays began, and Miss Jane let everybody go to the concert whose deportment had been above eighty--that of course included me.
"Well, we all went, and we all fell in love--in a body--with a sophomore who played the banjo and sang negro songs.

He had lovely dark gazelle-like eyes and he sang funny songs without smiling.

The whole school raved about him all the way home; we cut his picture out of the program and pasted in the front of our watches.

His name, Father--" she paused dramatically, "was Jerymn Hilliard Junior!" "I sat up half the night writing diplomatic letters to you and Mrs.
Hilliard; and the next day when it got around that I was actually going to visit in his house--well, I was the most popular girl in school.