I closed the drawers and crawled out of the room in time to hear E—— say in a startled voice to her mother: "Who's that upstairs?" I whistled, and said that being bored I had come up to see the cot: which passed at that time all right.
Next morning my darling asked me why I went upstairs. I did not answer, and I think she knows.
September 4.
I am getting ill again, and can scarcely hold the pen. So good-bye Journal—only for a time perhaps.
Have read this blessed old Journal out to E——. It required some courage, and I boggled at one or two bits and left them out.
September 5.
Leap-frog
Some girls up the road spent a very wet Sunday morning playing leap-frog in their pyjamas around the tennis lawn. It makes me envious. To think I never thought of doing that! and now it is too late. They wore purple pyjamas too. I once hugged myself with pride for undressing in a cave by the sea and bathing in the pouring rain, but that seems tame in comparison.