He handed me a little red-bound book. He said: "I've gone through it."
I opened the book. I set down the parts of it pertinent to the matter under review.
Nov. 3. Had a queer sort of experience today. Dropped down to Battery Park to look at the new fishes
in the Aquarium. Had an hour or so afterwards and went poking around some of the old streets, looking
for something to take home to Diana. Found the oddest little shop. Quaint and old looking with some of
the loveliest dolls and dolls' clothes in the window I've ever seen. I stood looking at them and peeping
into the shop through the window. There was a girl in the shop. Her back was turned to me. She turned
suddenly and looked at me. She gave me the queerest kind of shock. Her face was white, without any
color whatever and her eyes were wide and sort of staring and frightened. She had a lot of hair, all ashen
blonde and piled up on her head. She was the strangest looking girl I think I've ever seen. She stared at