20 - Caught up with the advance class which is having a review. Did not stay till Curfew, even, as Mrs. M. told Dan to come to the telephone, "if they can spare you that long." Spare him! Words fail me.
Mae's "Roman parent" gave her an electric flat-iron, a dandy one! She left the directions for using it here, and came back for them at about 9. We sat in the parlor a long while afterwards and I told her I was still crazy about Don. She was very dear and sympathetic. I have an idea (don't start, dear reader, I'm often taken that way) that I'm a fool to parade my sickly sentimentality, even before Mae, but it seems pretty real to me just now, though later I'll probably laugh at my desperate case of unrequited passion. Just now, however, I don't laugh. Sometimes I weep about it, but the "funny side" has not yet obtruded itself on my sight. The humor of even the most humorous (of which I'm not one) is strangely un-keen on the subject of their love affairs.
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