23 March

Consoled myself with a long walk today, back to the old barn where Peter and I were wont to meet in my younger, more innocent days. How tragic it is to be a formerly engaged girl. Still, I know I did the right thing. It is a far, far better thing I do than to allow my honor to be held up to question in any way. Still, aye me!

Weather really lovely today!

Later—two charmingly imploring letters from Ernest. But I must be firm in my decision.