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UNFOLDING YEARS 31
the cool June night air as we lingered on the veranda or by an open window for those last farewells. When those of us who were left finally went to our rooms--how empty the place seemed! Then it was that I envied those who were going away on trains. It seemed so much more exciting than just walking a few blocks home. 
For the first few days at home I slept a lot, making up for those short hours and excitement of the last week. The summer was spent rather aimlessly. I helped a little about the house, read some and went to church socials, etc., etc. Always there were the letters from my schoolmates and the sound of the old school bell which rang occasionally, but not as during school days. In August I began to count the days till I would be back at school with my companions and studies. 
When Nan graduated a year after Blanche she was employed as one of the piano teachers. The next two years I had as one of my roommates Z. Adel Rhone, a member of my class. She was a girl of considerable talent, but of a jealous and moody disposition which frequently got her into trouble. I had often tried to win her confidence and thought if I could live intimately with her I could succeed, and here was my opportunity. But alas, it did not work out that way! She was temperamental as ever. For a time she would be gay and friendly, then without any apparent cause she would become moody and silent, not speaking to anyone for days together. Since coming to the school and operation had given her considerable sight, not enough to read, but sufficient to enable her to get around nicely. She was a hard worker, especially in music. Often she was up early and with the sound of the rising bell we could hear her practising. Ida McCune (no relative of Superintendent McCune), who was also a member of my class, and Eva Whitcomb from a lower grade, made up our "quartette." We four remained together the rest of my school life. 
After leaving school Blanche had published several poems, and two years later appeared her first book entitled, "The Sleeping World and Other Poems." This little book was favorably received by

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UNFOLDING YEARS 31 the cool June night air as we lingered on the veranda or by an open window for those last farewells. When those of us who were left finally went to our rooms--how empty the place seemed! Then it was that I envied those who were going away on trains. It seemed so much more exciting than just walking a few blocks home. For the first few days at home I slept a lot, making up for those short hours and excitement of the last week. The summer was spent rather aimlessly. I helped a little about the house, read some and went to church socials, etc., etc. Always there were the letters from my schoolmates and the sound of the old school bell which rang occasionally, but not as during school days. In August I began to count the days till I would be back at school with my companions and studies. When Nan graduated a year after Blanche she was employed as one of the piano teachers. The next two years I had as one of my roommates Z. Adel Rhone, a member of my class. She was a girl of considerable talent, but of a jealous and moody disposition which frequently got her into trouble. I had often tried to win her confidence and thought if I could live intimately with her I could succeed, and here was my opportunity. But alas, it did not work out that way! She was temperamental as ever. For a time she would be gay and friendly, then without any apparent cause she would become moody and silent, not speaking to anyone for days together. Since coming to the school and operation had given her considerable sight, not enough to read, but sufficient to enable her to get around nicely. She was a hard worker, especially in music. Often she was up early and with the sound of the rising bell we could hear her practising. Ida McCune (no relative of Superintendent McCune), who was also a member of my class, and Eva Whitcomb from a lower grade, made up our "quartette." We four remained together the rest of my school life. After leaving school Blanche had published several poems, and two years later appeared her first book entitled, "The Sleeping World and Other Poems." This little book was favorably received by