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I feel as if I had left the convent to-day for the first time For

society I do not yet exist; I a only to myself, like a flower just blown,

unseen yet of mortal eye

In spite of this,my

self-inspection, and saw the poor cast-off school-clothes, a queer

feeling caret for the past, anxiety about the future,

fear of society, a long farewell to the pale daisies which we used to

pick and strip of their petals in light-hearted innocence, there was

soe, fantastic visions also rose, which

I crushed back into the inner depths, whence they had sprung, and

whither I dared not follow theular trousseau! It is all beautifully laid away

and perfumed in the cedar-wood draith lacquered front of loves, all in

lavish abundance My father has kindly presented -case, toilet service, scent-box, fan,

sunshade, prayer-book, gold chain, cash lessons And I can dance! To-, I coarland of white

roses in Greek style I shall put on my Madonna face; I mean to play