Stuck indoors again.
Dreary, dreary weather.
Thought about Peter all day.
I do hope some day we shall be married. I must think how to cause him to propose to me. How does one induce proposing in a man? Of course we will be obliged to run away together. Uncle Jack would never allow me to marry a man of the *Lower Classes*, much less a stable boy. It is hardly the thing. What a scandal we shall cause! I will name all our children Peter. Or Petra as the case may be.
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