one of the two marries." I
suppose because the other one is annoyed because she has not married.
I wonder what it will be like at Frau Doktor M.'s wedding! and I wonder
whether she knows about _everything_; very likely not, but if not I
suppose her mother will tell her all about it before she is married.
Dora told me yesterday that Mother had once said to her: "A girl always
gets all sorts of false ideas into her head; the reality is quite
different." But that is not so in our case, for we really know
everything quite precisely, even to the fact that you have to take off
every stitch; oh dear, I shall never forget it!--Oswald is coming to F.
on the 20th, for first he is going to Munich for a few days.

July 12th. It's lovely here; mountains and mountains all round, and
we're going to climb them all; oh, how I am enjoying myself! I simply
can't keep a diary; it will have to be a weekary. For I must write to
Hella at least every other day. We are staying in the Edelweiss boarding
house; there are about 40 visitors, at least that's what we counted at
dinner. There is a visitors' list hanging up in the hall, and I must
study it thoroughly. The journey was rather dull, for Dora had a
frightful headache so we could not talk all through the night. I stood
in the corridor half the night. At one place in Salzburg there was a
frightful fire; no one was putting it out, so I suppose no one knew
anything about it. The boarding house is beautifully furnished, carpets
everywhere; there are several groups of statuary in the hall. We are
awfully pleased with everything. There are 4 courses at dinner and two
at supper. Flowers on every table. Father says we must wait and see
whether they change them often enough. Father has a new tweed suit which
becomes him splendidly for he is so tall and aristocratic looking. We
have coats and skirts made of thin black cotton material and black lace
blouses, and we also have white coats and skirts and white blouses,
and light grey tweed dresses as well. For Father is really quite right:
"Mourning is in your _heart_, not in your _dress_." Still, for the
present, we shall wear black, but we have the white things in case it
gets frightfully hot. To-day, on a cliff quite near the house, we picked
a great nosegay of Alpine roses. Dora has brought Mother's photo with
her and has put the flowers in front of it; unluckily I forgot to bring
mine. I should like to go to the top of the Wildeck or one of the othe