Miss Abigail Magnet

October 27, 1932 I miss Gilbert so very much. I wait uneasily for him to arrive. He promised me he would be here today, but so far...nothing. I inquired downstairs at the front desk to see if they had heard anything. All they could tell me was that the train was presumably delayed. The weather has changed for the worse and a light snow has begun to fall. Gilbert told me that if it snowed before he arrived I was to light a fire, sip some cocoa and dream of his love for me. All I desire is to cry. The ring he placed on my finger shines brightly as the flames of the fire flicker through out the room. When he asked for my hand then slid the ring upon my finger, all I could do was let out a little gasp of joy. He seemed to go into ...