May 27, 1913 - Tuesday

27 - Got a postal, this noon, from Mr. Logan saying he would start for N.Y. on Monday so I must come and take away my "hat, etc." I went after school, and got my winter hat and coat and $2 which Mr. L. owed me, and which I was very relieved to get. Went home, then and stayed with Ruth and Norma awhile. Mr. Logan was painting a camping scene, and obtaining "local color" by means of a man bending over a chafing-dish which threw a lurid glare on his face.

Saw Miss Johnston after supper and asked her if it was very difficult to learn to use the "Dictophone". She said not, and that if I'd come to her office after school, she'd show me how. Went home right after supper.

May 29, 1913 - Thursday

29 -Went in, after school, to Miss Johnston's and really saw her this time. She was very nice, and let me use her type-writer as well as her dictaphone.

After supper, I went into the M. parlor and read. Dan came in after awhile and sat down quite near me (as I was near the light) and read too, for several hours. By the time I got home my jaws were so stiff from the blank stare (at my book) in which I set my face, I could hardly chew. (Not that I had anything to chew)

May 28, 1913 - Wednesday

28 - After school, Mr. Morse came in and made a speech and we elected our Class Officers, so it was late when I started for the Etna Fire Ins. building to see Miss Johnston, and got into the Aetna Life instead of the Aetna Fire, but was right by a very good-looking and rather bored young man. when I got to the Aetna Fire, Miss Johnston had gone, so I went home.

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.

May 2, 1913 - Friday

2 - Mae came over to No. 3 after I got back from school. After supper Mae and Mr. Rice sat on the front steps and gazed at the moon. Felt rather de trop, so played with Mabel. Gee, I do wish I had a beau, Darn it! Not any beau, but a certain one. Poor fool, can't you do anything but talk drivel? (Above is addressed to myself, dear reader, but is applicable to you, probably)

May 1, 1913 - Thursday

1 - Posed after school. Had taken H.C. her racket yesterday, so had to borrow Mae's which, of course, I forgot and left at the studio.

April 27, 1913 - Sunday

27 - Muz let me off from school, and I posed for Mr. Logan all day and got $2, which I spent, with $.53 more, on a silk shirt waist.

April 26, 1913 - Saturday

26 - Posed for Mr. Logan. Got a back-ache and a dollar. Wanted to spend part of the latter with Mae, but she had made candy with Val this P.M. so wouldn't.

April 25, 1913 - Friday

25 - Mr. Logan (my once drawing teacher) sent me a note asking me to come and pose for him to-morrow as a "Tennis Girl" which is funny considering that I abhor tennis. I can't see any fun in hopping around a hot, dusty court after a dinky little ball. I tried it last summer, which may account for my entire disillusionment.

April 20, 1913 - Sunday

20 - Muz let me off from Sunday School, but Val Wright came over after Mae, so I went home.

April 19, 1913 - Saturday

19 - Stayed out doors with Mae all day. Got out the kitten, too. Mae owned up this evening that Dan had told her the incident of the note the day after it occurred, and in front of the Yip Tribe, too. Has no proper shame at all, evidently; but who could expect it in Dan? Proper pride generally accompanies proper courtesy, so its no wonder that it is utterly lacking in him.

Mae stayed with me till 9.30.

April 18, 1913 - Friday

18 - There was another demonstration (this time of speed in type-writing) at Morse's this P.M. The performer was absurdly young and rosy.

April 17, 1913 - Thursday

17 - Went to Harriet's after supper. Read and made fudge. Went to Mae's at 8.30 and stayed till 11. Went home and wrote to Bonnie. Felt "Pit-iful" and (metaphorically speaking) wept out my troubles into Mae's sympathetic ear. She is a dear. She says Bonnie is becoming stuck on Don. Oh, dear, that takes away the last prop from my poor conscience, for I excused myself for wanting Don on the grounds that she didn't. Well, it doesn't do her any harm, as I can't have him anyway.

Got a lecture from Miss Sherman who is incensed at a sentence on my paper reading "When I die, I shall bequeath my pencil to Miss Sherman." She seems to suspect me of unseemly levity. Alas!

Told Mae about the Note Incident (April 6), as she seemed to think it awfully petty and childish for me to hold out when Dan seems to be trying to be more friendly, as he is now. I only hope he does try to "make up", the insulting little brat. I'd show him a thing or two! But no such luck. He knows better than  to give me a chance like that. I don't think I'd do the very thing I consider so rude in him, but the reconciliation would not be any too cordial, on my side at least.