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Updated: May 23, 2025
Mademoiselle is sick and no French. Helpfull Deed sent Mademoiselle some fudge, but this school does not encourage kindness. Reprimanded for cooking in room. School sympathises with me. We will go to Miss Everett's couzin's play, but we will dam it with faint praise. JANUARY 10TH. I have written this Date, and now I sit back and regard it.
Today's helpfull Deed asisted one of the younger girls with her spelling. JANUARY 4TH. Miss Everett's couzin's play is coming here. The school is to have free tickets, as they are "trying it on the dog." Which means seeing if it is good enough for the large cities.
Why didn't you tell your mother?" "Mother does not always understand," I said, in a low voice. "I thought, by buying a Box, I would do my part to help Miss Everett's couzin's play suceed. And as a result I was draged home, and shamefully treated in the most mortafying maner. But I am acustomed to brutalaty." "Oh, come now," he said. "I wouldn't go as far as that, chicken.
Beresford on edge of proposeing. Sis very jumpy. LATER: Jane Raleigh is home for her couzin's wedding! Is coming over. We shall take a walk, as I have much to tell her. 6 P. M. What an afternoon! How shall I write it? This is a Milestone in my Life. I have met him at last. Nay, more. I have been in his dressing room, conversing as though acustomed to such things all my life.
"I no longer care for him, but I have ruined Miss Everett's couzin's play unless he turns up. Am I to be sent to Switzerland with that on my Soul?" "Switzerland!" he said slowly. "Why, Bab, they're not going to do that, are they? I I don't want you so far away." Dear Dairy, I am unsuspisious by nature, beleiving all mankind to be my friends until proven otherwise.
Although realizing that my Life, at least the part of it pertaining to sentament, was over, I knew that, single or married, I must find him. I could not bare to think that I, in my desire to help, had ruined Miss Everett's couzin's play. Luckaly I got a taxi at the corner, and I ordered it to drive to the mill.
And watch the evening papers." It was then that a terrable thought struck me. What if Adrian considered it beneath his profession to advertize, even if indirectly? What if he prefered the failure of Miss Everett's couzin's play to a bruize on the eye? What, in short, if he refused? Dear Dairy, I was stupafied. I knew not which way to turn.
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