Nov. 20, 1921
Dearest Bet,
Had the thrill of my young life Friday morning. In the midst of a study hall of 125, a special delivery was handed over to me from Ralph Champion asking if he could come down this Saturday or Sunday. You can imagine the blow when I haven't even written him for two years. This is such a stupid place to entertain anybody. I didn't know what to tell him at first and then too, I suppose he was thinking I was spending Thanksgiving at their house when he wrote, although I don't know why that would make any difference. I suggested that I'd be waiting over in Philly from 5:00 o'clock till 8:00 o'clock Wednesday, if he'd rather arrange to meet me there. How we'd ever recognize each other remains to be seen. It's now 2:00 o'clock and has been a hectic day, raining pitchforks and old maids all day, and I still don't know whether he's coming or not. The suspense is awful. I'm really dying of curiosity to see him, but when, how or whom is still a question.
You were a dear to send your things and I feel so fixed up. The dress is a dear and I'm all dolled up in it today in case the hero arrives. I won't need the pumps as I still have your “satin” ones, so I'll send them back with the blue georgette dress in case you want them during vacation. Mother sent me her suit yesterday and I'm keen about it. I hate to wear it though not before she's had a chance to look at it. I'll take just that and your crepe. Mother made me a silk under vest for my birthday and I like it so much. Lady Margaret gave me some darling garters so I'm going to be all dolled up and Mrs. Mayhew a brown linen hand drawn handkerchief.
Mon. 8 pm
Well, right after Ralph arrived-such a blow-well maybe not a blow, for I was prepared for most anything. I don't know what to think of him. Jack was so much like what I had imagined Ralph to be that I thought I probably had a pretty good idea of what he was really like. But not so-tall, very thin face, mustache, much grooming and just typical of what you see taking all the fine ladies out to dinner around hotels. I liked him better than I ever thought I would a man of that type (at least the type he seemed to be.) But he certainly is far from what I expected he would be like. He may have been 30 years for all his looks. Of course, he has just been awfully sick (only back in school two weeks) and I suppose that's made some difference. Anyhow, I never could get a bit thrilled over him. I walked him all over this place until I'm so lame I can hardly walk today.
I'm counting the days to Christmas. Won't it be great? I'm wondering if I'll really like going back to Syracuse then after Christmas. It's not a bit nice time to go back with everybody just thinking about Christmas.
I have lots of work to do, so goodbye for this time.
Lots of love,
Marion
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