February 14, 1913 - Friday

(14) - Got seven valentines and a cold. The former were sent by Mae, Muz, Ruth, Mr. Culver, Bess and Helen Dibble and two personas who apparently prefer to "blush unseen" The latter was caused by (or so I imagine) the decided frost (or was it heat? Anyway it was one extreme or other) observable on the part of Miss Sherman when that dame caught me sharpening the red-lead pencils on our stenography table.

Read with Ruth till it was time to go to bed.

I am going to write an elaborate fairy story. I have the plan for it all thought out; and it will be more interesting (not to speak of the war and tear on my cerebrial region saved) if I make it up at my leisure and read it to Ruth & Norma instead of "making it up" as I go along, as I usually do.