l who looked something like Cleopatra, very dark
complexioned with burning eyes. She had a sweet little Pekinese
something like Zaidee.

"Uncle David said that gold could never buy him, and to take her away,
but Madam Bolling was very angry, of course. She accused him of
wanting to marry Aunt Margaret, and called her a characterless, faded
blonde. Then it was Uncle David's turn to get angry, and I have never
seen any one get any angrier, and he told about the vow of celibacy,
and how instead of having designs on him the whole crowd would back
him up in his struggle to stay single. It was an awful row. I told
Madam Bolling that I would help her to get Uncle David back, and I
did, but she never forgave the other aunts and uncles. I suppose the
feelings of a mother would prompt her to want Uncle David settled down
with a rich and fashionable girl who would soon be the mother of a lot
of lovely children. I can't imagine a Cleopatra looking baby, but she
might have boys that looked like Uncle David.

"Vacations are really about all there is to school. Freshman year is
mostly grinding and stuffing. Having six parents to send you boxes of
'grub' is better than having only two. Some of the girls are rather
selfish about the eats, and come in and help themselves boldly when
you are out of the room. Maggie Lou puts up signs over the candy box:
'Closed for Repairs,' or 'No Trespassing by Order of the Board of
Health,' but they don't pay much attention. Well, last summer vacation
I spent with Uncle Jimmie. I wouldn't tell this, but I reformed him. I
made him sign the pledge. I don't know what pledge it was because I
didn't read it, but he said he was addicted to something worse than
anything I could think of, and if somebody didn't pull him up, he
wouldn't answer for the consequences. I asked him why he didn't choose
Aunt Gertrude to do it, and he groaned only. So I said to write out a
pledge, and sign it and I would be the witness. We were at a hotel
with his brother's family. It isn't proper any more for me to go
around with my uncles unless I have a chaperon. Mademoiselle says that
I oughtn't even to go down-town alone with them but, of course, that
is French etiquette, and not American. Well, there were lots of pretty
girls at this hotel, all wearing white and pink dresses, and carrying
big bell shaped parasols of bright colors. They looked sweet, like so
many flowers, but Uncle Jimmie just about hated the sight of them. He
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