But they give themselves a lot of airs. And
they called me a flapper. I told him he'd be sorry. When he was a
man. Because perhaps I'd grow up beautiful. And then he'd fall in
love with me. But he said he wouldn't. So I let him see what I
thought of him. The little girl is very nice. She is about my own
age. Her name is Sally. We are going to write a play. But we
sha'n't let Bertie act in it. Unless he turns over a new leaf. I'm
going to be a princess that doesn't know it. But only feels it. And
she's going to be a wicked witch. What wants me to marry her son.
What's a sight. But I won't, because I'd rather die first. And am
in love with a swineherd. That is a genius. Only nobody suspects
it. I wear a crown in the last act. And everybody rejoices. Except
her. I think it will be good. We have nearly finished the first
act. She writes very well. And has a sense of atmosphere. And I
tell her what to say. Miss Janie is going to make me a dress with a
train. And gold spangles. And Robina is going to lend me her blue
necklace. Anything will do of course for the old witch. So it won't
be much trouble to anyone. Mr. Bute is going to paint us some
scenery. And we are going to invite everybody. He is very nice.
Robina says he thinks too much of himself. By a long chalk. But she
is very critical where men are concerned. She admits it. She says
she can't help it.
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