she went abroad last spring and I never get tired of hearing her
telling how the merry-go-rounds in Paris have pigs instead of horses.
But I really do not know whether to be thrilled or not because, of
course, if I go to Paris I will have to leave Gerry and both Gerry and
I have made up our minds not to be separated from one another from now
on.

March 31st:
Last night Gerry and I had dinner at quite a quaint place where we had
roast beef and baked potato. I mean he always wants me to have food
which is what he calls “nourishing” which most gentlemen never seem to
think about. So then we took a hansom cab and drove for hours around
the park because Gerry said the air would be good for me. It is really
very sweet to have some one think of all those things that gentlemen
hardly ever seem to think about. So then we talked quite a lot. I mean
Gerry knows how to draw a girl out and I told him things that I really
would not even put in my diary. So when he heard all about my life he
became quite depressed and we both had tears in our eyes. Because he
said he never dreamed a girl could go through so much as I, and come
out so sweet and not made bitter by it all. I mean Gerry thinks that
most gentlemen are brutes and hardly ever think about a girl’s soul.

So it seems that Gerry has had quite a lot of trouble himself and he
can not even get married on account of his wife. He and she have never
been in love with each other but she was a suffragette and asked him to
marry her, so what could he do? So we rode all around the park until
quite late talking and philosophizing quite a lot and I finally told
him that I thought, after all, that bird life was the highest form of
civilization. So Gerry calls me his little thinker and I really would
not be surprised if all of my thoughts will give him quite a few ideas
for his novels. Because Gerry says he has never seen a girl of my
personal appearance with so many brains. And he had almost given up
looking for his ideal when our paths seemed to cross each other and I
told him I really thought a thing like that was nearly always the
result of fate.So Gerry says that I remind him quite a lot of Helen of Troy, who was of Greek extraction. But the only Greek I know is a Greek gentleman by the name of Mr. Georgopolis who is really quite wealthy and he is what Dorothy and I call a “Shopper” because you can always call him up at any hour and ask him to go shopping and he is always quite delighted, which very few gentlemen seem to be. And he never seems to care 

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