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Saturday evening, Jan 18

Since Monday I have left the house but once The Judge has givento Barnard; and to please hi sections from the plants in Aunt's conservatory; but oh, it's so dull, so dull! Or would be but for hts It isn't interest in apical cell or primary meristem that makes me fret to return to Prof Darmstetter!

It's all on account of reporters that I aht until dark,artists and people with hand cae had already begun when Mrs Baker ca about it I couldn't understand why she scolded with such vehe in this little book instead of lying in bed; why she exclai fro in fire panics until I was crushed to death

"Why, you talk as if there had been a fire," I cried, kissing her

Millions of fires have flaain; but never before has there been a Me!

The dear fussy little wo inquiries I could see that she wished to keep me intheso; she is so transparent!

"You must be calm, Nelly, dear; you mustn't excite yourself," she chirped anxiously

"Unless I see the papers, I shall have a fever, a high fever," I threatened; "I !"

At last the Record and the Messenger came upstairs already opened to the critiques of the new opera Mrs Baker wished to read aloud, but I alo fast enough down the columns But in neither sheet did I find more than a reference to a "senseless alarm" that marred the rendition of "Christofero"

My cheeks flamed with annoyance It was the reporters ere senseless; they had seenthe wonder of this century, and had not flashed news of it--of ht to co that my share in the disturbance would never be suspected; she unblushingly averred that no one had seen ht, not to be distressed by the newspapers