th me,
to tell me something important. That made it rather inconvenient that
Ada was still there. Hella never gets on with Ada, and she says too that
one never really knows what she is looking at, she always looks right
through one. We could not get a _single minute_ alone together for a
talk. I do hope Hella will be able to come over once more before she
goes to Hungary. Last week they went to Fieberbrunn in Tyrol because an
old friend of her mother's from Berlin is staying there.

August 26th. Ada went home to-day, her father came to fetch her. He says
she has a screw loose, because she wants to go on the stage.

August 28th. Hella came over to-day; she was alone and I met her at
the steam tram. At first she did not want to tell me what the important
thing was because it was _not flattering_ to me, but at last she got
it out. The Warths were in Gastein, and since Hella knows Lisel because
they used to go to gym. together, they had a talk, and that cheeky
Robert said: Is your friend still such a baby as she was that time in
er . . . er . . ., and then he pretended he could not remember where it
was; and he spoke of _that time_ as if it had been 10 years ago. But the
most impudent thing of all was this; he said that I had not wanted to
call him Bob, because that always made me think of a certain part of
the body; I never said anything of the kind, but only that I thought
Bob silly and vulgar, and then he said (it was before we got intimate):
"Indeed, Fraulein Grete, I really prefer that you should use my full
name." I remember it as well as if it had happened this morning, and I
know exactly where he said it, on the way to the Red Cross. Hella took
him up sharply: That may be all quite true, we have never discussed
such trifles, and, at that time we were "all, _every one of us_, still
nothing but children." Of course she meant to include ----. I won't even
write his name. Another thing that made me frightfully angry is that he
said: I dare say your friend is more like you now, but at that time she
was still quite undeveloped. Hella answered him curtly: "That's not the
sort of phrase that it's seemly to use to a young lady," and she would
not speak to him any more. I never heard of such a thing, what business
is it of his whether I am _developed_ or not! Hella thinks that I was
not quite particular enough in my choice of companions. She says that
Bob is still nothing but a Bub [young cub]. That suits him perfectly,
Bob-