When I told Peg that she bowed her head in shame, her lips quivered and she asked in a pleading voice if I would consider associating with her after working hours. It was so funny. We laughed and laughed. Peg says she will get her earrings and gum tomorrow in order to be a true daughter of Woolworth. What goes in here is mostly dumped here for the purpose of getting them or it out of my system.
Writing makes the thinking less natural too.
One cannot write along as one thinks. Tomorrow is Prom nite. Dot is coming here tomorrow to see me all dressed for Prom. Oh, she is going to Lake Placid with me. I'm so tickled.