ther when one is alone.
And when I came away from the cemetery I took a wrong turning and found
myself in a quite deserted street near the Turkenschanze. That sort of
thing is very awkward, and for a long time there was simply no one of
whom I could ask the way. Then by good luck an old lady came along, and
she told me I had only to take the next turning to get back to the tram
line. And just as I did get there a Potzleinsdorf car came along, so
I got in and reached home long before Dora. But in the afternoon Hella
nearly gave me away, quite unintentionally. But since they were all
talking about the matriculation I was able to smooth it over. Now that
Dora has finished her matriculation she will have to tell me a great
deal more about _certain things_; she promised she would. Before the
matriculation she was always so tired because of the frightful grind,
but that is over now, and I never do any work in the holidays. What
are holidays for? Frau Doktor Dunker has really given me only a
Satisfactory, it's awfully mean of her; and I shall have to learn from
_her_ for three years more! Nothing will induce me to bother myself
about French now, for she has a down on me, and when one's teacher has a
down on one, one can work as hard as one likes and it's no good. It was
so different with Frau Doktor M.!! I have just been looking at her photo
so long that my eyes are positively burning; but I had to write up about
to-day: even when one had been stupid once or twice, she never cast it
up against one, never, never, never -- -- the sweet angel!

July 10th. We are going to F. to-morrow; I am so glad. It is frightfully
dull to-day, for Hella went away yesterday to Berchtesgaden where she
is to stay for 6 weeks, and on the way back she is going to Salzburg and
perhaps Aunt Dora will take me to Salzburg for 2 days so that we can see
one another again before Hella goes to Hungary. She is lucky! I can't go
to K-- M-- this year, for we are going to stay in F. till the middle of
September. I got my name day presents to-day because they are things for
the journey: a black travelling satchel with a black leather belt, and
half a dozen mourning handkerchiefs with a narrow black border, and
an outfit for pokerwork, and a huge bag of sweets for the journey from
Hella. The world is a wretched place without Hella. I do hope we shall
marry on the same day, for Mother always used to say: "The most ardent
_girl_ friendships are always broken up when