“MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome.
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