Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.

...I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life, so I am curbing myself.

Was I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

What a tiny list of friends I have! All my fault. I less and less want to see people.

It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.