May 26, 1913 - Monday

26 - Another girl took dictation with me this A.M. She can't write as fast as I can. Name's Miss Clark. Barty wasn't as cross as she has been lately. Was late at noon, but worked a little trick I have. I go in, take down a "tardy slip" from where a bunch of them hang, and walk to my seat. Then I just forget to fill out the slip. Of course, Damocles (Miss Sherman) is bound to catch on after a while, but so far she's satisfied with seeing me get a slip.

Saw Mat to-night and took a walk with her. We sat on my porch for a long time afterwards. San seems to have entirely queered himself with her by a disgusting remark made in the part of his diary which she captured. I don't wonder, and you wouldn't either, dear reader, if you'd seen said remark. Ugh! The beastly little cub! I wonder, though, if Mae's disgust will prove permanent. Hope so.

May 25, 1913 - Sunday

25 - Started for Mrs. Hayden's (friend and once school-chum of Muz's) right after breakfast and stayed till about nine o'clock at night. (As I forgot to mention, we'd been previously invited to do same). His name is Haskell, and he has a cat named Pit. It is short however, for Pitmarken. We had a very nice time. After dinner, we went to Rainbow Park. I felt rather sick, coming home on the car. The machinery of the old thing chugged and throbbed till I thought I'd die. But I didn't.

May 24, 1913 - Saturday

24 - Did not go to Mr. Logan to-day. It did seem good to have a Saturday off for a change. Saw quite a good deal of Mae to-day. Of course, I'm as completely under her spell as ever, as I might have known I would be if she bothered enough about it to get me there. I went up to her room (which, in the first place, I shouldn't have done) and she showed mea  lot of Dan's diary (about kissing her and all that) which, it being incriminating evidence, she'd been brave enough to purloin. It was very melodramatic in most parts, rather pathetic in others, while parts were pretty revolting. Through the whole ran a view of laughably unconscious and artless egotism. It was a rather classy bit of literature, on the whole, and will make quite a good "Trophy of the Chase", as which, I understand, Mae means to preserve it. Went out in the yard afterwards, and sat there with Mae.

Saw Harriet afterwards. She was just starting for the circus and asked me to go (more, I suspect, as the easiest and most humane way of disposing of me than for any other reason). I refused however on plea of a headache, a real one, by-the-way. Stayed after she'd gone and read awhile. Please, dear (even if uninvited) reader, don't mistake me. Harry was the soul of affability and sweetness. I guess I just think she did not hanker, like the "hart thirsteth after the water-brook", for my sweet society, because I'm getting chronically acid. I think I must be an embryo old. But nobody really does seem to "hanker" any more.

To return to more pleasant subjects, I made penuche for Mabel and, while it was cooling on the back porch, Dan, in the artless playfulness and humor of his nature, poured some medicine on it. However, it did no harm as, the candy having already hardened before Donnie's pleasant little joke, I just poured off the medicine and ran the cold water on the candy. Thus do the "best laid plans of mice and men (and playful lads) off gang aglee." Dan (for reasons best known to himself) nobly refused a share of the candy, when Mabel offered it. Went home with Mae as I'd no umbrella myself.

May 12, 1913 - Monday

Mr. Morse came in to-day and announced that the school will move to Ann St. the first of June. The quarters there will be much roomier. Also, (Mr. M. forgot to cite this important advantage, strange as such an omission may seem) it will be nearer for me.

Mae is obeying her dad (as, of course, is right and proper) so I did not see her to-night. Stayed with Mrs. Mahoney and read. She is an awful dear! I like her ever so much, and I think she likes me.

May 10, 1913 - Saturday

10 - Was right in regard to "Daddy's" orders to Mae. She told me so when I asked her point-blank. I'm really rather flattered that I'm considered such a pernicious influence. Next to, or perhaps before, being a really classy sky-piloting, pointing-to-the-better-way young person, I'd like to be a temptress. I've always cherished a sneaking ambition to be a villainess. In melodrama, anyway, they always seem so happy-go-lucky while the heroine worries and, like the butcher, "takes life seriously."

Posed for Mr. Logan to-day. He has finished his "tennis Girl", entirely to his dissatisfaction, and did a profile of me to-day. Somehow, my Napoleonic nose adapteth itself not to profile sketches. I is anything but retrousee (spelt right?) He gave me $2 of the $4 he owes me and says he'll give me the other $2 next time, so all's well.

May 9, 1913 - Friday

9 - It was fearfully hot to-day. On the other hand, Mae was quite cool. Hardly answered when I spoke. I suppose she has her orders from her daddy dear. Just to try her, I asked her two different times to come over to my room, and she answered that she had to study. Oh well, who cares? And Echo answers, "Not I."

May 6, 1913 - Tuesday

6 - Went to Library after school. Got a letter from Bonnie and answered it. Wrote to Bunny (May Coye) also.

May 5, 1913 - Monday

5 - Mr. Logan did not give me my money Sat. P.M. or to-day, nor did he say anything about it. Am getting nervous. Saw Howard Dibble to-day. Took H.C. her racket, which I'd borrowed this A.M. Was Prussian Blue for awhile, but finally faded to turquoise.