had only been a false alarm on the part of the Old Man.
That's what he calls his father. I don't think it's very nice of him, a
little vulgar, and perhaps that is why Father can't stand him. In fact
Father does not like any officers very much, except Hella's father, but
then he's fairly old already. I say, Hella mustn't read that, it would
put her in an awful wax; but her father really is at least 4 or 5 years
older than Father.

June 17th. Frau Doktor M. is ill, but we don't know what's the matter
with her. We were all frightfuly dull at school. The head took her
classes and we were left to ourselves in the interval. I do hope she has
not got appendicitis, that would be awful.

June 18th. _She_ isn't back yet. Frau Doktor Steiner says she has very
bad tonsillitis and won't be able to come for at least a week.

June 19th. There was a letter from Dora to-day. I'm furious. Not a word
about my sisterly affection, but only: "Many thanks for your trouble."
It's really too bad; _he_ is quite different!! I shan't forget this in a
hurry. Hella says that she only hinted at it like that to be on the
safe side. But it's not true, for she knows _perfectly well_ that Father
never reads our letters. She simply takes it as a matter of course.
Yesterday was the first time I stayed away from school since I went to
the High School. Early in the morning I had such a bad sore throat and
a headache, so Father would not let me go. I got better as the day went
on, but this morning I was worse again. Most likely I shall have to stay
at home for 2 or 3 days. Father wanted to send for the doctor, but it
really was not necessary.

June 20th. When Resi was doing our room to day she wanted to begin
talking once more about _various things_, but I said I did not
particularly care to hear about such matters, and then she implored me
never to tell Mother and Father anything about what she had said to us
about the young married couple; she said she would lose her place and
she would be awfully sorry to do that.

June 21st. My knees are still trembling; there might have been a
frightful row; luckily Father was out. At half past 6, when Hella and I
were having a talk, the telephone bell rang. Luckily Resi had gone out
too to fetch something so I answered the telephone, and it was Viktor!
"I must see you to-morrow morning early or at 1 o'clock; I waited for
you _in vain_ at 1 to-day." Of course, for I was still ill, that is
still am ill. But well or