My life is all mountain-top or canon.

I wish some one would lead me into a few days of 'green pastures.' Last night I went to sleep on mother's arm, the moths all secured, love and college, certainties.

This morning I wake to find all my hopes wrecked.

I simply don't dare let mother know that instead of helping me, she has ruined my collection.

Everything is gone--unless the love lasts.