I pretended it liked to see them.

Sometimes I even brought up my violin and played to it.

That was nicer than being quite by myself.

It grew to be as dear to me as the little sister I had always longed to have.
"Then in September I went to the College.

You can imagine what a start it gave me when somebody called you 'Ingred.' I looked at you, and I saw at once that you were the 'Ingred' of my picture, only grown older.