Manchurian Books

The stage or the convent, nun or actress? Which?
I left the door open, but there was only the sound of
revelry below. I felt then that it was to be the convent. I
pinned a towel around my face, the way the nuns wear whatever
they call them, and from the side it was very becoming. I really
did look like Julia Marlowe, especialy as my face was very sad
and tradgic.
At something before seven every one had gone, and I heard
Sis and mother come upstairs to dress for dinner. I sat and
waited, and when I heard father I got cold all over. But he went
on by, and I heard him go into mother's room and close the door.
Well, I knew I had to go through with it, although my life was
blasted. So I dressed and went downstairs.
Father was the first down. _He came down whistling_.
It is perfectly true. I could not beleive my ears.
He approached me with a smileing face.
"Well, Bab," he said, exactly as if nothing had happened,
"have you had a nice day?"
He had the eyes of a bacilisk, that creature of Fable.
"I've had a lovely day, Father," I replied. I could be
bacilisk-ish also.


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