February 28, 1913 - Friday

28 - Was in luck to-day. I had to work pretty hard all day (No, Gwendolyn, that was not the lucky part) but got off easy in the matter of homework. It was this way: My teacher, Miss Bartlett is only about 20, and, towards the end of school, she was chatting gaily and making dates with two of the older boys. I went to her and asked what I should do for homework. She replied that I was to "do some word signs or something, anything." Oh joy! What a pipe! And it's Friday too. Peg and Mrs. Lincoln called and took me to the "Empire" with them. Had very good time.

February 27, 1913 - Thursday

27 - Was very wicked to-night; I wanted some excitement so I tried to see how near to the point of being indecorous I could bring Dan and still keep him from being indecorous. I succeeded "not wisely, but too well" for I got him there easily enough by judicious teasing, but couldn't stop him, then. I am glad Mae was not there anyway. Mae sent Dan a note, at breakfast this morning. She put C. Y. F. W. (which means "Consider yourself flirted with) on the back, but, as she made it up, he's not apt to guess it. I wonder if she "considers" him so!

February 26, 1913 - Wednesday

26 - Nothing much doing all day but work. Came home right after school, but at five Mae called me up, and asked me to come over to the House of Mahoney, so I went. After supper Miss Brown came in and announced that she had come to hear Dan play, so he had to, while we all stood around and competed for his goat. Went home with Muz. Was very tired.

February 25, 1913 - Tuesday

25 - Played hookey with Mae. Muz found out, had 2000 fits, and, for a time, family relations were somewhat strained. Mae told me that Bonnie Babcock (me hated rival) washere, or rather there, at mae's house for quite awhile on the 24^th. Also that Bonnie has "changed her mind about Pit," which means, in plain English that she's going to get him crazy about her again. Oh, well! If it's so easy for her as all that I don't think it would do me much good if I did anything about it, which I couldn't anyway. I'm anxious to know if she works it. She's just going to write to him and do the trick that way. Very simple, Watson!

Well, cheer up, it will do me some good, anyhow, as Don will see that my telling about his diary didn't injure him with the object of his affections. I don't feel quite so weepy as I might over this sad, sad news. I have fits of being perfectly crazy about him (Don) but in between whiles I'm fairly sane & normal. This is an "in-between-time" as I had my fits of craziness a few days ago (Feb. 20). Perhaps, when B.B. crooks her finger to Don & he meekly follows her, as she takes it for granted he will, I shall weep. At any rate, I should worry!

February 24, 1913 - Monday

24 - Did not loaf to any extent in school to-day. I worked every minute of the day, and then some! Went to lunch and saw Dan, who has forgotten his grouch. By carefully refraining from asking any questions, I found out that Don also saw me go through by the Cathedral yesterday, so I suppose that he thinks what Dan does, or pretends to, i. e. that I went through just to see Don. Oh, well! Let them think! I don't just know why I did do it, but I certainly had no hope of seeing Donald.

By the way, Ester Wells called me up last night and asked me to help her wait on table at the the Y.W.C.A. to-day. I murmured a shy "Yas", as I really hadn't the crust, nor the necessary inventive ability to refuse again. This is the 3rd time that she's asked me, since I was last there.

Went to the Y. W.C.A. but did not arrive until 6.25. However, it was all right. I met Ester and another girl (Catherine Somebody-or-other) and we began to set the table for some Club that was to dine there that night. I went in and served them (the clubbers). They were so close to-gether that I had to rest the tray on their shoulders each time. We did not do so much, however, as we retired after about half-an-hour to another room and had a gay old time. We had our dinner, and packs of fun, in the room all by our lonesomes. Went home at about 8.30 and found that Muz had brought me some sandwiches and soup from Mahoney's.

February 23, 1913 - Sunday

23 - Stayed at Mahoney's part of A.M., and at Mae's, half. Went to S.S. (Sunday School) in P.M. Told Miss Down I had an important engagement, so wanted to go at 3³⁰. She acquiesced rather doubtfully, and I went to Asylum Ave. and up by the Cathedral. Met Mae coming out of her house and we went to Mahoney's together. Dan was not in, having gone, as Mae told me, to Don's. I hope he did not see me going past Don's house, or he might find food for some teasing, although I just passed quickly through to F. Ave. without more than a look at the Pit. house. Mae and I stayed at Mahoney's about half-an-hour, then I went home. Muz rode up on the car with Don the other day and she says he looks fierce! I wonder, if I saw him again (I haven't for more than three and a half mo.) would I lose my crush on him? (as "Pam" did, in "Pam Decides") Very "morantic", but I've seen Don when there were much better looking boys around, and my ardor has anything but abated; so I guess it's no use trying to shake the crush. Besides, it's rather interesting and gives me food for thought, so I'm not so sure I want to!

Dan acted eccentric, to say the least, tonight. He came in to supper while I was there, replied to my remarks with curt monosyllables ,and finally sprang up from the table and went into the parlor. When I finished supper, I went in and, as he was playing "Goodbye to Summer," I came in without attracting his attention, and sat down. He was breathing so deeply that it sound like sobbing and that, coupled with the facts that he was playing"Goodbye to Summer" and that he heard not long ago that "Clara" was ill leads me to think she must be worse. He finished playing, and, seeing me, asked abruptly how I "Got here". Stifling a desire to tell him I oozed up between the boards of the floor, I said I came in from supper. He then clumped out of the room. Went home with Muz about 5 minutes later, as I hope I know how to take a hint that is literally a kick. Played with Ruth and Norma awhile, till 8³⁰, in fact.

P.S. I found out at supper, by no questions, either that Dan did see me cut through by the Cathedral. So much for luck!

February 22, 1913 - Saturday

22 - Again missed Art School owing to loss of specs. Hooked Dan's diary after breakfast. It was lying on the sewing-machine. All of interest was an intimation that he was stuck on Mae. Knew that, anyhow. He came home while I was locked in with the diary, and probably missed it. I'm in for it, now. It's a wonder Dan was not "smit" sooner. He can't have a girl around long before he is, generally. All's fish, so to speak, that comes to his net, or to whose net he comes.

Later - When I went to lunch all was serene, so I am forced to the amazing conclusion that he doesn't know of my crime or, knowing, cares not. Shades of Georgie! (whose birthday it is, by the way) What luck!

Another "Futurist" Picture Done on Feb. 22.

D.F.M. in a state of victory

and righteous indignation.

Me in a state of coma.

Went to Mae's in afternoon. Stayed at Mrs. Mahoney's till Curfew to-night, then went home and spun yarns for Ruth and Norma. Emma (Mrs. Monroe's girl) let Chrissy out of his cage when I was in the other room and the light was burning! I certainly was scared, but I managed to coax him into his cage.