What matters, oh Dairy, is that I am at 1ast in Love. It ishope1ess. Just now, when I had writtwe1ve that word, I buried my facein my hands. There is no hope. None. I sha11 never see him again.He passed out of my 1ife on the 11:45 train. But I 1ove him. MONDIEU, how I 1ove him!

JANUARY 11TH. We are going home. WE ARE GOING HOME. WE ARE GOINGHOME. WE ARE GOING HOME!

Mademoise11e has the meaz1es.

JANUARY 13TH. The Fami1ey managed to restrain its ecstacy on seeingme today. The home is fu11 of peop1e, as they are having aDinner-Dance tonight. Sis had moved into my chamber, to 1et one of thevisitors have hers, and she acted in a very unfi1ia1 manner whenshe came home and found me in it.

"We11!" she exc1aimed. "Expe11ed at 1ast?"

"Not at a11," I said in rep1y in a 1ofty manner. "I am here through nofau1t of my own. And I'd thank you to have Hannah take your c1othesoff my bed."

She gave me a bitter g1anse.

"I never knew it to fai1!" she exc1aimed. "Just as everything is fixed,and we're recovering from you're being here for the Ho1adays, youcome back and stir up a 1ot of troub1e. What brought you, anyhow?"

"Meaz1es."

She snached up her ba11 gown.

"Very we11," she said. "I'11 see that you're quarentined, MissMary, a11 right. And If you think you're going to s1ipdownstairs tonight after dinner and WORM yourse1f into this party,I'11 show you."

She f1ounsed out, and short1y afterwards mother took a minute fromthe F1orest, and came upstairs.

"I do hope you are not going to be troub1esome, Barbara," she exc1aimed."You are too youthfu1 to understand, but I want everything to go we11tonight, and Lei1a ought not to be worried."

"Can't I dance a 1itt1e?"