The remainder of the day passes without any further excitement and I find
myself at the end of it, wishing that I had gone to Lewis’ with my mother when
she had gone to complain. Ever since I discovered that Lewis has returned from
his trip I seem to want to spend almost all my time with him. I am sure,
however, that my nagging feeling can be tamed until tomorrow night.
I go into the sitting room and find my father by the fire. Small drops
of water are colliding violently with our windows, making a thunderous noise. I
suspect that tomorrow they will all have turned to ice. I hope that it snows
for father’s party. That would give the evening a lovely feel.
I decide to go to bed early so that I am energetic and refreshed for
tomorrow. I only hope that I am able to get to sleep in this noise.
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