JANUARY 2OTH. Today I did a desparate thing, dear Dairy.
"The desparatest is the wisest course." Butler.
It is Sunday. I went to Church, and thought things over.
What a wonderfull thing it would be if I could save the play!
Why should I feel that my Sex is a handycap?
The recter preached on "The Opportunaties of Women." The
Sermon gave me courage to go on. When he said, "Women today step
in where men are afraid to tred, and bring success out of
failure," I felt that it was meant for me.
Had no money for the Plate, and mother atempted to smugle
a half dollar to me. I refused, however, as if I cannot give my
own money to the Heathen, I will give none. Mother turned pale,
and the man with the plate gave me a black look. What can he
know of my reasons?
Beresford lunched with us, and as I discouraged him
entirely, he was very atentive to Sis. Mother is planing a big
Wedding, and I found Sis in the store room yesterday looking up
mother's wedding veil.
No old stuff for me.
I guess Beresford is trying to forget that he kissed my
hand the other night, for he called me "Little Miss Barbara"
today, meaning little in the sense of young.
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