However, I do not call it being a good sport to see one's daughter

perfectly wreched and do nothing to help. And more than that, to

willfully permit one's child to suffer, and enjoy it.

But it was father, after all, who got the Jolt, I think, when he saw me

get out of the taxicab.

Therefore I will not explain, for a time. A little worry will not hurt

him either.

I will not send him his copy for a week.

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Perhaps, after all, I will give him somthing to worry about eventually.

For I have recieved a box of roses, with no card, but a pen and ink

drawing of a Gentleman in evening clothes crawling onto a fire-escape

through an open window. He has dropped his Heart, and it is two floors

below.

My narative has now come to a conclusion, and I will close with a few

reflections drawin from my own sad and tradgic Experience. I trust the

Girls of this School will ponder and reflect.

Deception is a very sad thing. It starts very easy, and without Warning,

and everything seems to be going all right, and No Rocks ahead. When

suddenly the Breakers loom up, and your frail Vessel sinks, with you on

board, and maybe your dear Ones, dragged down with you.

Oh, what a tangeled Web we wieve,

When first we practice to decieve.

Sir Walter Scott.




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