Dearest Diary,
Yet another birthday has come and gone for the youngest Mr. Lindsay. I am under the assumption that he celebrated well with a full three courses. He received many delightful gifts and I should like to add to the heap if he should ever accept my offer. Perhaps he wishes for something else entirely. I think a horse is a splended idea for a gentleman of his repute.
He was not the only one to receive gifts today, however, for I received many from the schoolchildren. If it displeases him to share such a giftful day, I would refuse them until the morrow, but I do not believe him to be quite so selfish.
As to the rest of the day, although it was spent in the company of friends, there was little other Happiness to be found. Perhaps I am eager for a new adventure. Or perhaps I am simply eager for tomorrow...
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