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him I might let him treat me to ice cream a little later when the crowd scattered some. So he said would you like to go sit in my buggy for awhile? As his horse was right in front of the building and all was lit up outside till you could see clear to the road so any way we went out and sat in the buggy for a little while and talked. I was innocent of thinking there was anything wrong about it because then at 16 I knew how to act like a lady. Willie had never started dating me then but "boy!" I just should not have went outside and sat in the buggy with this young man. It wasn't long after that when Willie Hover started going with me and did he tell me how ugly that looked. So after that I had to be on my P's and Q's. Oh; those were some of the old days. I had known this mans folks for several years. They were nice respectable people. I could call the names of all of the ones I have spoken of but just thought it better not too.
As I told you farther back in this dialogue, story, diary or what ever you are a mind to call it, about the man who wanted me to be his sweetheart. I just thought of another little incident. This family lived in Gainesville in a big two story building right close to the river bank and another elderly lady and her bachelor son lived just above them a short distance so one night this oldest girls father slipped into her room and woke her up as he was getting into bed with her and when she saw this mask on his face she didn't recognize him at first so when she screamed her mother came running to her door and found it locked but her daddy went out the window and he claimed it was this man that she later married. No one ever believed his story because people knew who it was. He had a wonderful wife but she said she had to live with him because they had nine children and she took in sewing but she said she couldn't make enough to support the family. So it seems it was a case of have too. I saw every one of these girls and boys grow into manhood and girlhood, married and some had families and as long as they lived I never heard naught against any one of them. I suppose they inherited their goodness from their mother. I could tell many more incidents similar to that but I think I'll let the old fellow rest. He came to the house one afternoon and begged my father to let sister Stella and I go to a little party at his house but my daddy knew him so he refused.
I'll tell what a bad girl I was at the age of thirteen. There was a man, I suppose
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