She pleased me much by remembering the Japanese words I taught her.
She is a cute dear.
The mode had been the “O’tabaco bon.”
I straightened her hair with my wet hand.
I added a tiny bit of crimson crape.
She looked a lovely fairy.
7th—Rainy day!
The heavily reserved weather confines me in the pose of genius.
My hair lounged down my shoulders. Disorder is the first step in being a genius, I fancy. My eyes should be rolled up to the sky in divine tragicalness.
I have had a greediness for the name of novelist.