Our great-grandmother was an amazing woman. And here, one hundred years later, we have her diary.
Take a trip to the past through the eyes of a teen-age girl, and marvel at how the world has changed -
and the many ways it has not.

Friday, January 25, 2013

January 25, 1913 - Saturday



25 - Did not go to Art School. Took Mae her breakfast. It wasn't a very big one as I got it for at about 9:30. To night, she accused me of still caring for Don. So my bluff didn't work after all! However, I still  kept it up (the bluff) and denied any weakness in the sentimental direction. Lies, all lies. I had serious thoughts of telephoning him to come over, but my courage took a vacation that was ill-timed, if not downright malicious. It has a habit of doing that. Mae teased me quite a little but I bluffed it out as well as I could, though I don't think I convinced her to any great extent. If I can keep up my courage (call it gall, if you like) tomorrow, I'll phone to Don. It's about three months since I've seen him, and I'm afraid I shall not do so for a good many more if I don't phone. I wonder what he'll think of me if I do!!! That's all I care about.

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