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ridiculous? That was the boy. There was something about her imperious manner that jibed with the way he had described her, and I had heard him. She thought this was incredible. And we laughed and talked a little bit about him. As I left I said, “Well, that's that, goodbye.” She said, “Wait! If I wasn't in love with Donald, this is the way I would kiss you.” All the rest of that summer she was my girl while Donald was up in camp. She was writing him every day, but she neglected to mention that she was seeing me.

When Donald came home from camp that summer, he soon found out about me, and raised hell. Two funny things happened. I thought I was amusing myself with a 16-year-old kid and would forget about her the minute the summer was over. She thought she could hoodwink Donald. Then I discovered I was hooked. I had really fallen in love with this damn girl. And she went off to Vassar, a freshman, and Donald and I were both madly in love with her. This suited her just fine. She was determined that Donald and I were going to meet again, but Donald refused to see me and I didn't want to see him either.

Then Thanksgiving came along, and Marion brought down a Chicago girl she had met at Vassar. By this time she had such a complete hold upon both of us and was so sure of herself that she demanded we take her and her roommate out for the Thanksgiving week-end. We were suckers enough to say yes. We went to a football game together, the four of us, and then we went dancing at the Plaza Grill. That was the place to dance in those days. We ended up at the theatre, and although Donald