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he came over today; he practically ran me down as I was walking back from church. Bill was with him and we drove around all afternoon and paid a visit to the Stanford Art gallery. I came home about six and about fifteen minutes after he left someone called for me and I didn't hear them. It couldn't have been anyone but Bob, and he knows I was there, because he'd just taken me in. Heaven only knows what he is thinking now. I'm not going out with him next weekend, at least not on Saturday night.

Thank you very much for sending me the forty dollars. I doubt if I go skiing more than once though because the sophomore cotillion was on one of the week-ends that we had reservations for and since we are sophomore we just simply have to go and the other week-end in March