Oh, wise young judge.

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

Wakings are the worst times--almost before my eyes are open a great weight seems to roll on my heart.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

My hand is very tired but I want to go on writing. I keep resting and thinking. All day I have been two people - the me imprisoned in yesterday and the me out here on the mound; and now there is a third me trying to get in - the me in what is going to happen next.

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.

Ham with mustard is a meal of glory