loves upid un very moment on a Sunday afternoon ly and everything was good.

    e clasped  knoo do or to say, so o er from embarrassment and to a run, and ran till  our breato stand still. But  let go our ill c knoe o do  Sunday  even kiss, but o get our breat on troked  up again and tried to measure y, I aller by a fingers breat I   so. I maintained t ly t and t God  later on  ss and  in t spring grass and looked for t stalks and I gave  ting ced lo go  t accompany  no  possession. I stayed be, I looked dooc little figure to appear far belo pass t so room, and I lay up t t passed to and fro.

    e saimes over to bloom tle t co give eacured to toucrands of   all t  roted ill unripe, but timid ing on eacaugtle step up on ts, I lived again t under ars. Rosa I lost, and Irmgard appeared; and tars less steady, but Irmgard no more tep by step I o climb. to live to learn; and I o lose Irmgard and Anna too. Every girl t I  noo inspire eaco eaco me. isies t ion y. tiful flowers, Ida and Laura and all wh, or a day.

    I  good-looking and ardent boy  t in my actual life and being  been expressed to a tent, and I  to tc groed by any ot of me. It  perturbed by tortured by teppen, t. No—I  taugo dance and Ida to kiss, and it , t beautiful of tumn evening beneats to kiss and to drink.

    I lived ttle ter and not a t can be told in  so give and to eac so take. Muc, too, and suffering fell to my s I e and tender blooms, garis blazed, dark ones sly fading. t, ino be taken by st