Lulabelle Gimlin's Diary: Confuscated and Forlorn
January 25 I think I shall not leave my room this day. It seems whenever I do, I come upon something that so vexes me as to distract me from my work for hours, if not days. Saturday, I took a walk in the park and came across that pretty lady publisher, Miss Frostbite. In truth, I had hoped to see her. Not only because she is so attractive and vibrant but because I have heard that she plans to start her publishing business here in Philomenaville with a book written by local authors and poets. Miss Trolley told me the lady publisher has said she would like to meet me. Well, now she has met me and I did not make the most favorable of impressions. I came upon the pretty woman as she sat on a park bench next to none other than my own former suitor, Heximer Thane, of Alma, New York. Mr. Thane had his arm thrown casually behind Miss Frostbite and she didn't seem to mind one little bit. I tell you right now I minded even though I have no...