I consider that the atitude of my Familey is wrong
and cruel, and that my sister Leila, being only 2O 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. When
I look back it seems strange that the gay and inocent young girl
of the train can have heen I. So much that is tradgic has since
happened. If I had not had a cinder in my eye things would have
been diferent. But why repine? Fate frequently hangs thus on a
single hair--an eye-lash, as one may say.
Father met me at the train. I had got the aformentioned
cinder in my eye, and a very nice young man had taken it out for
me. I still cannot see what harm there was in our chating
together after that, especialy as we said nothing to object to.
But father looked very disagreeable about it, and the young man
went away in a hurry. But it started us off wrong, although I
got him--father--to promise not to tell mother.
"I do wish you would be more careful, Bab," he said with a
sort of sigh.
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