Had come! * * * * * Late that afternoon, while a last bit of chiffon was being tacked to a dancing frock which her mother had been told to make as fancy as she pleased, Winona hastily scribbled in her journal: "Am I of a gay disposition?
Too gay, too volatile?
No matter! It is an agreeable defect where one retains discretion sufficient for its regulation.

This very night I am one of a party avowedly formed for pleasure, something my reflective mind would once have viewed with disapprobation.

But again no matter.

Perhaps I have been too analytical, too introspective.

Perhaps the war has confused my sense of spiritual values.