No time! I am not happy, but I am not wholly unhappy either. I just don't know. At least it will be a new experience, and I can understand that it will help Mother and Daddy a lot, the money and all. But I hate to leave.
I am going to Denver with Aunt Isobel. I've just packed. We leave in the morning. I'm going to LIVE there. Her companion and maid and… I don't know. Something like that. Someone to be with her. And of course Mother and Daddy won't have to worry about buying my food and clothing and everything. Aunt Isobel made it very plain that I would be expected to work.
Fine. It will pass the time, particularly if I find that I don't like Denver, or living with her.
I still don't know whether I like her or not, but I suppose I'd better. It's too late to worry about it now!
I admit that I am excited. I've crossed out three words already. It's time to stop. But will I get to sleep?