United States or Turkmenistan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I consider that the atitude of my Familey is wrong and cruel, and that my sister Leila, being only 20 months older, although out in Society, has no need to write me the sort of letters she has been writing. Twenty months is twenty months, and not two years, although she seems to think it is. I returned home full of happy plans for my vacation.
"You were rather rude to me last night and now you've been looking through me and not at me ever since I came, and I'll bet you're feverish." "Not at all." I said, in a cold tone. "I may be excited, because of war and my Country's Peril. But for goodness sake don't act like the Familey, which always considers that I am sick when I am merely intence." "Intence about what?" he asked.
Just now, when I had written that word, I buried my face in my hands. There is no hope. None. I shall never see him again. He passed out of my life on the 11:45 train. But I love him. MON DIEU, how I love him! JANUARY 11TH. We are going home. Mademoiselle has the meazles. JANUARY 13TH. The Familey managed to restrain its ecstacy on seeing me today.
Because he was poor, although of good familey, and lived in another city, where he was a broker, my familey had objected to him. Had I but been taken into Leila's confidence, which he considered I had, or at least that I understood, how I would have helped, instead of thwarting!
If no Celebrity, any interesting character would do, excepting one's own Familey. But as one's own Familey is neither celebrated nor interesting, there is no temptation to write about it. As I met Mr. Reginald Beecher this summer, I have chosen him as my Subject.
And I to must do my part, or bit, as the English say. But what? Oh what? APRIL 10TH. I am writing this in the Train, which accounts for poor writing, etcetera. But I cannot wait for I now see a way to help my Country. The way I thought of it was this: I had been sitting in deep thought, and although returning to my Familey was feeling sad at the idea of my Country at war and I not helping.
How strange it is to think that we have never danced together before!" "We must have a talk," I said desparately. "Can't we go somwhere, away from the noise?" "That would be conspicuous, wouldn't it, under the circumstances? If we are to overcome the Familey objection to me, we'll have to be cautious, Barbara." "Don't call me Barbara," I snapped.
I am one who beleives in doing things, even though necesarily small. What if I can be but one of the little drops of Water or little grains of Sand? I am ready to rise like a lioness to my country's call and would, if permitted and not considered imodest by my Familey, put on the clothing of the Other Sex and go into the trenches. What can I do?
"I do not care to be adressed as `Little Sister," I said in an icy tone. "As for talking, I do not interfere with what is not my concern." "Good," he observed. "And I take it that, when you find an overcoat or any such garment, you do not exhibit it to the Familey, but put it away in some secluded nook. Eh, what?" "No one has seen it. It is in the Car now, under that rug."
We are a very proud Familey and never show our troubles, though our hearts be torn with anguish. "Think," he said, when we had got away from the band, "think of our being together like this!" "It's not so surprizing, is it? We've got to be together if we are dancing." "Not that. Do you know, I never knew so long a day as this has been. The thought of meeting you er again, and all that."
Word Of The Day