February 23.
Well, whom do you suppose was at the ball tonight? I was never so surprised in my life. It was a club dance and Mr. Forsythe was there. I did not know he was in the city. Oh, what a grand waltz we had! He said business had called him East and he thought he would stop at Detroit for a day before going on to New York.
Of course we know it was some one who wore a pink gown and has brown eyes, don’t we?
He is dear, he looked down into my eyes and said, “What beautiful unfathomed depths your soul has, though I can get but a peep at it through those eyes.”
I can’t help it, I like to hear him say those things, although I ought not to allow it and I know it. He is coming to call this afternoon.