And that I'd never mind being Mary now.

Why, I'd be glad to be Mary half the time, and even more--for Father.
But, alas! Listen.

Would you believe it?
Just that same evening Mother stopped me again laughing too loud and making too much noise playing with Lester; and I felt real cross.

I just boiled inside of me, and said I hated Mary, and that Mother _was_ getting to be just like Aunt Jane.

And yet, just that morning-- Oh, if only that hushed, stained-window-soft-music feeling _would_ last! * * * * * _June_.
Well, once more school is done, my trunk is all packed, and I'm ready to go to Andersonville.