But
my love for him is dead. Dear Dairy, he decieved me, and that is one
thing I cannot forgive.
So now I sit here among my pillows, while the nurse sleeps, and I
reflect about many Things. But one speach rings in my ears over and
over.
Carter Brooks, on learning about Switzerland, said it in a strange
maner, looking at me with inscrutible eyes.
"Switzerland! Why, Bab--I don't want you to go so far away."
WHAT DID HE MEAN BY IT?
* * * * *
Dear Dairy, you will have to be burned, I darsay. Perhaps it is as well.
I have p o r e d out my H-e-a-r-t----
CHAPTER IV
BAB'S BURGLAR
"MONEY is the root of all Evil."
I do not know who said the above famous words, but they are true. I know
it but to well. For had I never gone on an Allowence, and been in debt
and always worried about the way silk stockings wear out, et cetera, I
would be having a much better time. For who can realy enjoy a dress when
it is not paid for or only partialy so?
I have decided to write out this story, which is true in every
particuler, except here and there the exact words of conversation, and
then sell it to a Magazine. I intend to do this for to reasons. First,
because I am in Debt, especialy for to tires, and second, because
parents will then read it, and learn that it is not possable to make a
good appearence, including furs, theater tickets and underwear, for a
Thousand Dollars a year, even if one wears plain uncouth things beneath.
I think this, too.
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