The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-02-06


 happened last night. l never would have suspected it, and it was all the
 more wonderful because it was a beau tiful surprse. Bunlie and I had been out walking (Bunkie always shows up on Sunday afternoons for some unac- countable reason) and then afterward we went down to the Southern club for dinner. 1 just knew mother wouldn't t let me go, for she had always said that home was the place for little girls on Sunday nights" when To! she relented, and the first thing I knew l found myself all glowing across the table to the most wonderful music, and at him. He was so pleased; at least, he seemed so, and 1 was pleased, too, until the waiter came over to our table with a bowl full of violets, great English ones, with lilies of the valley tucked here and there, and then I was exquisitely happy, for l knew that he had done it for me.
 Mustn't a debutante have any serious thoughts? Mustn't she wonder and
 thrill with the beauty of knowing that someone cares? Just in secret, I mean, for never in the world would I let Bunkie know that his violets are one whit dearer to me than the bachelors jonquils or the boys red roses. For if he does care, 1t is just in a big grown
 
 up at all
 I'm feeling very miserable tonight. The stars are all hid and the rain just keeps dripping, as if it were sorry, and I laughed all of my laughter away at the Lyric tonight. Mrs. Samson gave a beautiful box party for Elizabeth | Locke and Polly Williams, and then there was supper and dancing, and an all-round gorgeous time. But some how through it all, hear the strains l of the viloin that I heard earlier to- night and it is exqusitely sweet Polly looked altogether adorable in her big black hat, and so did Elizabeth I in her little blue one that just matched her frock. And Blanche Divine was darling. She was all in rose and sil- yer with her white fox furs, and l loved her. I am sorry she is going away, for she and Grace Murphy take their departure tomorrow, they are so re- markedly attractive and sweet. Grace has eyes that would win the heart of an iron man.
 Tomorrow I know I shall feel quite desolate, for there is nothing to do, and nobody to talk to, so I think I shall not wake up till noon. Perhaps l will dream of something beautifully interesting, and if I do I shall stay asleep forever. I think perhaps I had better say good night, for if I don't,
  do all sorts of desperate things. Tuesday-One whole day all gone, and not one single thing done, except letters. I didn't know I knew such ! millions of people till I sat down to write them all at once Then cousins
 and upcles and aunts galore sprung up around me like weeds, and then with the allotted number of friends, I find my circle quite large. Of course, I wouldn't for worlds compare my re1a- lives to weeds, or even hint that they were the least bit seedy, as weeds are Ca jolSe) but weeds do grow faster than anything else in the world, I believe. That is except me, when l was 15. | Oh, it was terrible the way I grew up all of sudden. I would wake up each morning and scarcely recognize myself l in the glass, and then one morning I found myself quite grown up, on the outside, and 1t frightened me, for l was still so little girly inside.
 But 1t doesn't frighten me any more, for I like for folks to think I am grown up and to call me Miss -" It always p1eases me to have them find me not quite so grown when they know me better. but it is wonderful to make a dignified impression.
 Oh, Diary. dear, it's always a temp tation to ramble on when get to talk ing to you, and never to tell about the things of every day, but this has been Ia rainy day. dreary day, and one that might we'll have passed without men tion There were lots of parties, but not one for the poor little debbies, so we feel entirely miserable and left out
 But I have talked to everybody over the phone, and know everything that everybody else knows. I shall be able to keep up with the world at large Tonight will be more interesting, for someone Is coming, and someone who
 knows the world and all that is in it.
 Wednesday-Today was gloriously cold just right for furs and things,
 and our heaviest suits. It makes you weather and find all indoors like a flower garden. And that is just how 1t was at the club, because there were ever so many luncheons and each one
 that looked at was lovelier than the last. Mrs. Badham's party was won derful, but how could it be otherwise with such a wonderful guest of hon
 or? Mother says that she. meaning
 Mrs. Vernon Badham of course, was the most beautiful girl who ever was in Birmingham-a perfect blonde and a regular Billie Burke type-and don't think, now that she is grown up and
 married, that she has lost bit of that beauty and charm She was all frocked in American beauty and gold. and she was altogether perfect. Thirtyfive
 wondrously gowned matrons were in
 vited to meet her and the table was a
 bed of yellow jonquils and narcissi, and fluffy bows of yellow tulle were poised like butterflies over the whole. Then Mrs. Johnstons party for Mar garet Cameron was all yellow and
 white, too, and her pretty guest of
 honor looked too dear for anything. She is having all sorts of lovely things
 given for her. Then Mrs. Frank La
 throp must have planned with the oth- CT two. for her luncheon for Mrs. Campbell was all yellow and white, and
 the same fragrant golden flowers banked her table. I think these days
 when see so many real spring flow CTS and feel the chill of the winter air
 outside, that I know for the first time i what "harbingers of spring" are. dropped in for tea at Mrs. Downey's. for she and Lucy Eaton were invit- ing few folks in to chat awhile with Mrs. Barnett. We had a most beauti- full time, and everybody was there all dressed up and gosspy. The beauti- full part about going away is coming hack and having folks so glad to see
 you.
 | I'm going down to the movies to- night and we expect to have a "regu-
 lar' time-goinE to meet lots of the 1