But I would n't mind Alicia . Poor dear Jack ! * * * * * Montreal , Dec. 16 , 18 -- . This is a nice way to keep a journal . But the days when I could write regularly are gone by . That was when I was at Thrush Hill . I am having a simply divine time . How in the world did I ever contrive to live at Thrush Hill ? To be sure , I felt badly enough that day in October when I left it . When the train left Valleyfield I just cried like a baby . Alicia and Roger welcomed me very heartily , and after the first week of homesickness -- I shiver yet when I think of it -- was over , I settled down to my new life as if I had been born to it . Alicia has a magnificent home and everything heart could wish for -- jewels , carriages , servants , opera boxes , and social position . Roger is a model husband apparently . I must also admit that he is a model brother-in-law . I could feel Alicia looking me over critically the moment we met . I trembled with suspense , but I was soon relieved . `` Do you know , Katherine , I am glad to see that your photograph did n't flatter you . Photographs so often do , I am positively surprised at the way you have developed , my dear ; you used to be such a scrawny little brown thing . By the way , I hope there is nothing between you and Jack Willoughby ? '' `` No , of course not , '' I answered hurriedly .
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