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Nothing, however, had come for me, and I was worried. But on the 16th

mother's visiting Secretary sent on four that I was to accept, with

tiped acceptances for me to copy and send. She also sent me the good

news that I was to have two party dresses, and I was to send on my

measurements for them.

One of the parties was a dinner and theater party, to be given by Carter

Brooks on New Year's Day. Carter Brooks is the well-known Yale Center,

although now no longer such but selling advertizing, etcetera.

It is tradgic to think that, after having so long anticapated that

party, I am now here in sackcloth and ashes, which is a figure of speech

for the Peter Thompson uniform of the school, with plain white for

evenings and no jewellry.

It was with anticapatory joy, therefore, that I sent the acceptances and

the desired measurements, and sat down to cheerfully while away the time

in studies and the various duties of school life, until the Holadays.

However, I was not long to rest in piece, for in a few days I received a

letter from Carter Brooks, as follows:

DEAR BARBARA: It was sweet of you to write me so promptly, although I

confess to being rather astonished as well as delighted at being called

"Dearest." The signature too was charming, "Ever thine." But, dear

child, won't you write at once and tell me why the waist, bust and hip

measurements? And the request to have them really low in the neck? Ever

thine, CARTER.

It will be perceived that I had sent him the letter to mother, by

mistake.

I was very unhappy about it. It was not an auspisious way to begin the

Holadays, especially the low neck. Also I disliked very much having told

him my waist measure which is large owing to Basket Ball.

As I have stated before, I have known very few of the Other Sex, but

some of the girls had had more experience, and in the days before we

went home, we talked a great deal about things. Especially Love. I felt

that it was rather over-done, particularly in fiction. Also I felt and

observed at divers times that I would never marry. It was my intention

to go upon the stage, although modafied since by what I am about to

relate.

The other girls say that I look like Julia Marlowe.

Some of the girls had boys who wrote to them, and one of them--I refrain

from giving her name had--a Code. You read every third word. He called

her "Couzin" and he would write like this: