JANUARY 5TH, 6TH, 7TH, 8TH. Bad weather, which is
depressing to one of my Temperment. Also boil on noze.
A few helpfull Deeds--nothing worth putting down.
JANUARY 9TH. Boil cut.
Again I can face my Image in my mirror, and not shrink.
Mademoiselle is sick and no French. _Misericorde_!
Helpfull Deed--sent Mademoiselle some fudge, but this
school does not encourage kindness. Reprimanded for cooking in
room. School sympathises with me. We will go to Miss Everett's
couzin's play, but we will dam it with faint praise.
JANUARY 10TH. I have written this Date, and now I sit back
and regard it. As it is impressed on this white paper, so, Dear
Dairy, is it written on my Soul. To others it may be but the
tenth of January. To me it is the day of days. Oh, tenth of
January! Oh, Monday. Oh, day of my awakning!
It is now late at night, and around me my schoolmates are
sleeping the sleep of the young and Heart free. Lights being
off, I am writing by the faint luminocity of a candle. Propped
up in bed, my mackinaw coat over my _robe de nuit_ for warmth,
I sit and dream.
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