She paced around the well, muttering:
“He must come, because the moon rose.”
But he was not seen.
My next chapter will be “The Second Meeting.”
8th—My precious Ada again!
How could I live without her?
We hastened to a circus.
If I were a boy, I could earn a heap of money selling “Pea—nuts! Lemon—ade!”
How those clowns did tumble!