_Kipling._
Ignoring Jane's observation that the tickets had cost two
dollars each, I gathered up the scattered Skeins of my life
together, and fled.
CHAPTER III
HER DIARY: BEING THE DAILY JOURNAL OF THE SUB-DEB
JANUARY 1st. I have today recieved this dairy from home, having
come back a few days early to make up a French Condition.
Weather, clear and cold.
New Year's dinner. Roast chicken (Turkey being very
expencive), mashed Turnips, sweet Potatos and minse Pie.
It is my intention to record in this book the details of my
Daily Life, my thoughts which are to sacred for utterence, and
my ambitions. Because who is there to whom I can speak them? I
am surounded by those who exist for the mere Pleasures of the
day, or whose lives are bound up in Resitations.
For instance, at dinner today, being mostly faculty and a
few girls who live in the Far West, the conversation was
entirely on buying a Phonograph for dancing because the music
teacher has the meazles and is quarentined in the infirmery. And
on Miss Everett's couzin, who has written a play.
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