Send you the shirt. I got myself locked up to cool off. Above all, beware of Sir Rowland Trenchard. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. My poor Hoddy! I had to talk harshly, or break down and have hysterics.
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