So you can imagine what they got down to toward the last--mostly chocolate almonds.
As for the self-discipline--I don't see as I feel any more disciplined than I did before, and I _know_ I want chocolates just as much as ever.

And I said so to Mother.
But Mother _is_ queer.

Honestly she is.

And I can't help wondering--is she getting to be like Aunt Jane?
Now, listen to this: Last week I had to have a new party dress, and we found a perfect darling of a pink silk, all gold beads, and gold slippers to match.
And I knew I'd look perfectly divine in it; and once Mother would have got it for me.

But not this time.