ill I must go to school to-morrow. If Father
had been at home; or even Resi, she might have noticed something. It
would have been very disagreeable if I had had to ask her not to give me
away. Hella was frightfully cheeky, she took the receiver out of my hand
and said: "Please don't do this again, it's frightfully risky for my
friend." I was rather annoyed with her, but Hella said he certainly
deserved a lecture.

To-morrow we are going to a concert and I shall wear my new white dress.
It does look rather nice after all for sisters to be dressed alike. I've
taken to wearing snails, *** Father calls them "cow-pats;" but everyone
else says it's exceedingly becoming.

*** Flat rolls of hair-plait covering the ears.--Translators'
Note.

June 22nd. He was awfully charming when he came up to us and said: "Can
a repentant sinner be received back into grace?" And he gave each of us
a lovely rose. Then he handed me a letter and said: "I don't think we
need make any secret before your energetic friend." Really I did not
want to forward any more letters but I did not know how to say so
without offending him, for Dora's cheek is not his fault, and I did not
want to say anything to-day, 1 because of the roses, and 2 because
Hella was there. There can't be more than 2 or 3 times more, so I shan't
bother. But _Dora_ doesn't deserve it, really. Franke is a vulgar girl.
She saw us together the other day, and the next day she asked: Where did
you pick up that handsome son of Mars? Hella retorted: "Don't use such
common expressions when you are speaking of Rita's cousin." "Oh, a
cousin, that's why he kisses her hand I suppose?" Since then we only
speak to Franke when we are positively obliged. Not to speak to her at
all would be too dangerous, you never can tell; but if we speak only a
little, she can't take offence.

June 23rd. The school insp. came yesterday, the old one who always
comes for Maths. He is so kind and gentle that all the girls can answer
everything; we like him better than the one who comes for languages.
Verbenowitsch was awfully puffed up because he praised her. Good Lord,
I've been praised often enough, but that does not make _me_ conceited.
Anyhow he did not call on me yesterday because I'd been absent 4 days.
Frau Doktor M. came back to-day. She looks awfully pale and wretched, I
don't know why; it's such a pity that she does not let us walk home with
her, except last year when there was all that fuss a