67/185 Mamma thinks me in bed, and papa, who is out, may come home any minute. Oh, Mr.Ranelagh, I'm in such misery and no one but you can give me any help. I have watched you go by night after night, and I have wanted to call out and beg you to come in and see me, or let me go and meet you somewhere, and I have not dared, it was so late. To-night you have come earlier, and I have slipped out and--O, Elwood, you won't think badly of me? |