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for having a framed photograph of her brother in running clothes.

At the school dances we are compeled to dance with each other, and the
result is that when at home at Holaday parties I always try to lead,
which annoys the boys I dance with.
Notwithstanding all this it is an excellent school. We learn a great deal,
and our dear Principle is a most charming and erudite person. But we
see very little of Life. And if school is a preparation for Life, where are
we?
Being here alone since the day after Christmas, I have had time to think
everything out. I am naturally a thinking person. And now I am no
longer indignant. I realize that I was wrong, and that I am only paying
the penalty that I deserve although I consider it most unfair to be given
French translation to do. I do not object to going to bed at nine o'clock,
although ten is the hour in the Upper House, because I have time then
to look back over things, and to reflect, to think.
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."
SHAKSPEARE.
BODY OF THEME:
I now approach the narative of what happened during the first four days
of my Christmas Holiday.
For a period before the fifteenth of December, I was rather worried. All
the girls in the school were getting new clothes for Christmas parties,
and their Families were sending on invitations in great numbers, to
various festivaties that were to occur when they went home.
Nothing, however, had come for me, and I was worried. But on the
16th mother's visiting Secretary sent on four that I was to accept, with
tiped acceptances for me to copy and send. She also sent me the good
news that I was to have two party dresses, and I was to send on my
measurements for them.
One of the parties was a dinner and theater party, to be given by Carter
Brooks on New Year's Day. Carter Brooks is the well-known Yale

Center, although now no longer such but selling advertizing, etcetera.
It is tradgic to think that, after having so long anticapated that party, I
am now here in sackcloth and ashes, which is a figure of speech for the
Peter Thompson uniform of the school, with plain white for evenings
and no jewellry.
It was with anticapatory joy, therefore, that I sent the acceptances and
the desired measurements, and sat down to cheerfully while away the
time in studies and the various duties of school life, until the Holadays.
However, I was not long to rest in piece, for in a few days I received a
letter from Carter Brooks, as follows:
DEAR BARBARA: It was sweet of you to write me so promptly,
although I confess to being rather astonished as well as delighted at
being called "Dearest." The signature too was charming, "Ever thine."
But, dear child, won't you write at once and tell me why the waist, bust
and hip measurements? And the request to have them really low in the
neck? Ever thine, CARTER.
It will be perceived that I had sent him the letter to mother, by mistake.
I was very unhappy about it. It was not an auspisious way to begin the
Holadays, especially the low neck. Also I disliked very much having
told him my waist measure which is large owing to Basket Ball.
As I have stated before, I have known very few of the Other Sex, but
some of the girls had had more experience, and in the days before we
went home, we talked a great deal about things. Especially Love. I felt
that it was rather over-done, particularly in fiction. Also I felt and
observed at divers times that I would never marry. It was my intention
to go upon the stage, although modafied since by what I am about to
relate.
The other girls say that I look like Julia Marlowe.
Some of the girls had boys who wrote to them, and one of them--I

refrain from giving her name had--a Code. You read every third word.
He called her "Couzin" and he would write like this:
Dear Couzin: I am well. Am just about crazy this week to go home. See
notice enclosed you football game.
And so on and on. Only what it really said was "I am crazy to see you."
(In giving this Code I am betraying no secrets, as they have quarreled
and everything is now over between them.)
As I had nobody, at that time, and as I had visions of a Career, I was a
man-hater. I acknowledge that this was a pose. But after all, what is life
but a pose?
"Stupid things!" I always said. "Nothing