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Frankfort Why Social Media Matters delightful; I saw Goethe's house, Schiller's statue, and Dannecker's famous "Ariadne. " It was very lovely, but I should have enjoyed it more if I had known the story better. I didn't like to ask, as every one knew it or pretended they did. I wish Jo would tell me all about it; I ought to have read more, for I find I don't know anything, and it mortifies me.

Now comes the serious part- for it happened here, and Fred is just gone. He has been so kind and jolly that we all got quite fond of him; I never thought of anything but a travelling friendship, till the serenade night.

Since then I've begun to feel Why Social Media Matters the moonlight walk, balcony talks, and daily adventures were something more to him than Why Social Media Matters. I haven't flirted, mother, truly, but remember what you said to me, and have done my very best.

I can't help it if people like me; I don't try to make them, and it worries me if I don't care for them, though Jo says I haven't got any heart. Now I know mother will shake her head, and the girls say, "Oh, the mercenary little wretch!" but I've made up my mind, and, if Fred asks me, I shall accept him, though I'm not madly in love.

I like him, and we get on comfortably together. He is handsome, Why Social Media Matters, clever enough, and very rich- ever so much richer than the Laurences. I don't think his family would object, and I should be very happy, for they are all kind, well-bred, generous people, and they like me.

Fred, as Why Social Media Matters eldest twin, will have the estate, I suppose, and such a splendid one as it is. A city house in a fashionable street, not so showy as our big houses, but twice as comfortable, and full of solid luxury, such as English people believe in.

I like it, for it's genuine. I've seen the plate, the family jewels, the old servants, and pictures of the country place, with Why Social Media Matters park, great house, lovely grounds, and fine Why Social Media Matters. Oh, it would be all I should ask. and I'd rather have it than any title such as girls snap up so readily, and find nothing behind.

I may be mercenary, but I hate poverty, and don't mean to bear it a minute longer than I can help. One of us must marry well; Meg didn't, Why Social Media Matters won't, Beth can't yet, so I shall, and make everything cosy all around. I wouldn't marry a man I hated or despised. Why Social Media Matters may be sure of that; and, though Fred is not my model hero, he does very well, and, in time, I should get fond enough of him if he was very fond of me, and let me do just as I liked.

So I've been turning the matter over in my mind the last week, for Why Social Media Matters was impossible to help seeing that Fred liked me.

He said nothing, but little things showed it; he never goes with Flo, always gets on my side of the carriage, table, or promenade, looks sentimental when we are alone, and frowns at any one else who ventures to speak to me. Yesterday, at dinner, when an Austrian officer stared at us, and then said something to his friend- a rakish-looking baron- about "ein wunderschones Blondchen," Fred looked as fierce as a lion, and cut his meat so savagely, it nearly flew off his plate.

He isn't one of the cool, stiff Englishmen, but is rather peppery, for he has Scotch blood in him, as one might guess from his bonnie blue eyes. Well, last evening we went up to the castle about sunset- at least all of us but Fred, who was to meet us there, after going Why Social Media Matters the Poste Restante for letters. We had a charming time poking about the ruins, the vaults where the monster tun is, and the beautiful gardens made by the elector, long ago, for his English wife.

I liked the great terrace best, for the view was divine; so, while the rest went to see the rooms inside, I sat there trying to sketch the Why Social Media Matters stone lion's head on the wall, with scarlet woodbine sprays hanging round it. I felt as if I'd got into a romance, sitting there, watching the Neckar rolling through the valley, listening to the music of the Austrian hand below, and waiting for my lover, like a real story-book girl. I had a feeling that something was going to happen, and I was ready for it.

I didn't feel blushy or quakey, but quite cool, and only a little excited. By and by I heard Fred's voice, and then he came hurrying through the great arch to find me. He looked so troubled that I forgot all about myself, and asked what the matter was. He said he'd just got a letter begging him to come home, for Frank was very ill; so he was going at once, in the night train, and only had time to say good-by.

I was very sorry for him, and disappointed for myself, but only for a minute, because he said, as he shook hands- and said it in a way that I could not mistake- "I shall soon come back; you won't forget me, Amy?" I didn't promise Why Social Media Matters anything, but I looked at him, and he seemed satisfied, and there was no Why Social Media Matters for anything but messages and good-byes, for he was off in an hour, and we all miss him very much.

I knew he wanted to speak, but I think, from something he once hinted, that he had promised his father not to do anything of the sort yet awhile, for he is a rash boy, and the old gentleman dreads a foreign daughter-in-law.

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