February 1, 1913 - Saturday

1 - Am still under the weather so did not go to Art class today. Stayed with Dan and Mae all day. Dan went to Dancing Class in the evening, but said that Don was coming over. I didn't more than half believe it anyhow, and I was right. I wish he would come, but I don't want Dan to make any stupid jokes and dares, if he does.


Mae came home with me and I showed her the pictures in my diary. Of course, her eye caught the part where Dan kissed me, and, though she was very nice about it, I am sure I don't know what she thought of me. I wasn't my fault, though. Little did I know about it before it happened, and he'd promised not to ever touch me at that! It only shows how much you can trust a boy you don't want to, to do it.

I must be extra mushy in this number, as it's the Valentine one. So here's an extra good beginning: - I wish, wish, wish I could see Don. If he would only come! Sometimes I think how it would feel if he were in love with me. Fat Chance, to return to the prosaic.