. The Ladies' home journal. —much safer than hours spent with pencil andpaper, which might have led to inquiries—because no one couldguess what was happening. If one came in looking rather pale andmad, with smudges under ones eyes, they might say one was aqueer little fish and had been overdoing it out there alone in thegarden, they might give one hot milk and send one to bed; but theycouldnt knoiv. Not even Aunt Athene, with her piercing look,could ever catch a glimpse of that other world. All the same, said Prissy to herself, thinking of the holidays,one must watch out for Aunt Athene. It wa
. The Ladies' home journal. —much safer than hours spent with pencil andpaper, which might have led to inquiries—because no one couldguess what was happening. If one came in looking rather pale andmad, with smudges under ones eyes, they might say one was aqueer little fish and had been overdoing it out there alone in thegarden, they might give one hot milk and send one to bed; but theycouldnt knoiv. Not even Aunt Athene, with her piercing look,could ever catch a glimpse of that other world. All the same, said Prissy to herself, thinking of the holidays,one must watch out for Aunt Athene. It was queer about that note-book. Not that she would ever look at anything marked , no! She was much too fastidious a person. The notebook was a comparatively recent affair. It was a kindof diary, really, and was concerned only with the real , Prissy knew that the (Continued on Page 273) eeplv shocked sound came from Aunt Athene. I am ashamed of you, she said in a hissing whisper. :V COBV IVRITMOBE 42.
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