Note (return) — GRACE KING

"You know at school how we used to tirer la bonne aventure.1 Well, every time he was not brun, riche, avenant, Jules, or Raoul, or Guy, I simply would not accept it, but would go on drawing until I obtained what I wanted. As I tell you, I thought it was my destiny. And when I would try with a flower to see if he loved me,—Il m'aime, un peu, beaucoup, passionément, pas du tout,—if it were pas du tout, I would always throw the flower away, and begin tearing off the leaves from another one immediately. Passionément was what I wanted, and I always got it in the end.