* * * * * Montreal , Jan. 25 , 18 -- . It is bedtime , but I am too excited and happy and miserable to sleep . Jack has been here -- dear old Jack ! How glad I was to see him . His coming was so unexpected . I was sitting alone in my room this afternoon -- I believe I was moping -- when Bessie brought up his card . I gave it one rapturous look and tore downstairs , passing Alicia in the hall like a whirlwind , and burst into the drawing-room in a most undignified way . `` Jack ! '' I cried , holding out both hands to him in welcome . There he was , just the same old Jack , with his splendid big shoulders and his lovely brown eyes . And his necktie was crooked , too ; as soon as I could get my hands free I put them up and straightened it out for him . How nice and old-timey that was ! `` So you are glad to see me , Kitty ? '' he said as he squeezed my hands in his big strong paws . '' ` Deed and ` deed I am , Jack . I thought you had forgotten me altogether . And I 've been so homesick and so -- so everything , '' I said incoherently . `` And , oh , Jack , I 've so many questions to ask I do n't know where to begin . Tell me all the Thrush Hill and Valleyfield news , tell me everything that has happened since I left . How many people have you killed off ?
And , oh , why did n't you come XXXXX see me before ? ''
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