aid they were not girls at all, but just pink and white devices of
the devil. On the whole he didn't act much like my merry uncle, but we
had good times together playing tennis and golf, and going on parties
with his brother's family, all mere children but the mother and
father. Uncle Jimmie was afraid to go and get his mail all summer,
although he had a great many letters on blue and lavender note paper
scented with Roger et Gallet's violet, and Hudnut's carnation. We used
to go down to the beach and make bonfires and burn them unread, and
then toast marshmallows in their ashes. He said that they were
communications from the spirits of the dead. I should have thought
that they were from different girls, but he seemed to hate the sight
of girls so much. Once I asked him if he had ever had an unhappy
love-affair, just to see what he would say, but he replied 'no, they
had all been happy ones,' and groaned and groaned.

"Aunt Beulah has changed too. She has become a suffragette and thinks
only of getting women their rights and their privileges.

"Maggie Lou is an anti, and we have long arguments about the cause.
She says that woman's place is in the home, but I say look at me, who
have no home, how can I wash and bake and brew like the women of my
grandfather's day, visiting around the way I do? And she says that it
is the principle of the thing that is involved, and I ought to take a
stand for or against. Everybody has so many different arguments that I
don't know what I think yet, but some day I shall make up my mind for
good.

"Well, that about brings me up to the present. I meant to describe a
few things in detail, but I guess I will not begin on the past in that
way. I don't get so awfully much time to write in this diary because
of the many interruptions of school life, and the way the monitors
snoop in study hours. I don't know who I am going to spend my
Christmas holidays with. I sent Uncle Peter a poem three days ago, but
he has not answered it yet. I'm afraid he thought it was very silly. I
don't hardly know what it means myself. It goes as follows:

"A Song

"The moon is very pale to-night,
The summer wind swings high,
I seek the temple of delight,
And feel my love draw nigh.

"I seem to feel his fragrant breath
Upon my glowing cheek.
Between us blows the wi