I am sitting at the window in my _robe de nuit_.
Below, mother and Sis have just come in, and Smith has slamed
the door of the car and gone back to the _garage_. How puney is
the life my Familey leads! Nothing but eating and playing, with
no Higher Thoughts.
A man has just gone by. For a moment I thought I recognised
the footstep. But no, it was but the night watchman.
JANUARY 17TH. Father still away. No money, as mother
absolutely refuses on account of Maidie Mackenzie's gown, which
she had to send away to be repaired.
JANUARY 18TH. Father still away. The Hon. sent Sis a huge
bunch of orkids today. She refused me even one. She is always
tight with flowers and candy.
JANUARY 19TH. The paper says that Adrian's Play is going to
close the end of next week. No busness. How can I endure to know
that he is sufering, and that I cannot help, even to the extent
of buying one ticket? Matinee today, and no money. Father still
away.
I have tried to do a kind Deed today, feeling that perhaps
it would soften mother's heart and she would advance my
Allowence. I offered to manacure her nails for her, but she
refused, saying that as Hannah had done it for many years, she
guessed she could manage now.
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