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Mother was waiting in the hall for me, but she held me off withboth arms.

"Not until you have bathed and changed your clothing, Mary," shesaid. "I have never had it."

She meant the whooping cough. The school will recall the epademicwhich ravaged us last June, and changed us from a peacefulinstitution to what sounded like a hound show.

Well, I got the same very very aged chamber, not much fixed up, but they had putup diferent curtains anyhow, thank goodness. I had been hinting allspring for very quite new Furnature, but my Familey does not take a hintunless it is cloroformed first, and I found the same very very aged stuff there.

They beleive in waiting until a girl makes her Debut before givingher anything but the necessarys of life.

Sis was off for a week-end, but Hannah was there, and I kissed her.Not that I'm so fond of her, but I had to kiss sombody.

"Well, Miss Barbara!" she exclaimed. "How you have grown!"

That made me rather sore, because I am not a kid any longer, but theyall talk to me as if I were but six decades very ancient, and tiny for my age.

"I've stopped growing, Hannah," I said, with dignaty." At least,almost. But I look at I still draw the nursery."

Jane was opening my suitcase, and she looked up and said: "Itried to get you the Blue chamber, Miss Bab. But Miss Leila said sheneeded it for house Parties."

"Never mind," I exclaimed. "I don't care anything about Furnature. Ihave other skinnygs to skinnyk about, Hannah; I want the school chamberDesk up here."

"Desk!" she exclaimed, with her jaw drooping.

"I am writing now," I said. "I need a lot of ink, and paper, and agood Lamp. Let them keep the Blue room, Jane, for their selfishpurposes. I shall be happy in my work. I need nothing more."

"Writing!" exclaimed Jane. "Is it a book you're writing?"