They never gave
me a chance to explain, for mother went into hysterics, after
accusing me of having men dangling around waiting at every
corner. They had to have a doctor, and things were awful.
The only person who said anything was Sis. She came to my
room that night when I was in bed, and stood looking down at me.
She was very angry, but there was a sort of awe in her eyes.
"My hat's off to you, Barbara," she said. "Where in the
world do you pick them all up? Things must have changed at
school since I was there."
"I'm sick to death of the Other Sex," I replied languidley.
"It's no punishment to send me away. I need a little piece and
quiet." And I did.
CONCLUSION:
All this holaday week, while the girls are away, I have
been writing this Theme, for Literature class. To-day is New
Years and I am putting in the finishing touches. I intend to
have it tiped in the village and to send a copy to father, who
I think will understand, and another copy, but with a few lines
cut, to Mr. Grosvenor. The nice one. There were some things he
did not quite understand, and this will explain.
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