17 - Wore my green ribbons, of course. Saw Mr. Lloyd and Mr. Anderson at supper. Mr. A. is very good-looking, so I guess I shall get smitten with him, if possible. (I am rather a sickening little fool, am I not?) As I was going home i heard, metaphorically speaking, cries of anguish coming from the kitchen and, my curiosity arising, as I detected, in the Jeremiad which Mabel was performing, the magic word, "Fudge", I went in. There stood Mabel, almost weeping because Edna had given her a recipé for Fudge, which told her to "take it from the fire when done", but had neglected to tell her how to tell when it was "done"; so the poor kid was stranded in the middle of a fudge spree and likely to remain in the middle indefinitely. Yes, Guinevere, of course I rescued the maiden in distress, receiving a piece of the rescued fudge. Mrs. M. came out afterwards and pressed upon me a dime probably for my help to Mabel, as I can think of nothing else meritorious that I've done lately. She would not take "no" for an answer, as I knew beforehand, or I would not have offered her that virtuous reply, so I'm in a dime. Went home a trifle after curfew, to Mae's and Dan's rather too evident relief.
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