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Dear Jennie, Who do you suppose is writing to-day? One of those people whom you "can't imagine are Seniors" - surely it is impossible that we could rise to that dignity! And now, Jennie, you will soon be one of those gay and flippant Juniors; do go to Prom, Jennie - you will not be sorry, I think, if you go. |
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Love from Kate Hardy Whitmore |