When Jem comes back, Monday will come home with him; and if Jem--never comes back--Monday will wait there for him as long as his dear dog heart goes on beating.
"Fred Arnold was here last night.

He was eighteen in November and is going to enlist just as soon as his mother is over an operation she has to have.

He has been coming here very often lately and though I like him so much it makes me uncomfortable, because I am afraid he is thinking that perhaps I could care something for him.

I can't tell him about Ken--because, after all, what is there to tell?
And yet I don't like to behave coldly and distantly when he will be going away so soon.
It is very perplexing.

I remember I used to think it would be such fun to have dozens of beaux--and now I'm worried to death because two are too many.
"I am learning to cook.