would not have lost me.
I pray that he'll understands.
At any rate I'm sure I'm right.
More certain than I have ever
been of anything else.
     Charles has asked me to
marry him. I guess you knew
that it was coming. I didn't
give him an answer immediately.
I asked him to wait and
let me think it over and be
 perfectly certain first. I pretty
sure what the answer will be.
     He's not perfect. No more
than I am. We think together
 in many things, but quite often
our ideas or ideals clash.
 In ideas he often wins out. He
 thinks things out well before
he says anything in the first
place. When it's a matter of
ideas, he usually concedes
the point to me. Partly because