CHAPTER VII.
BITS FROM BETTY'S DIARY.
"THE LOCUSTS," June 4, 1900.
This morning when I sat down at my writing-desk to finish a letter to Davy, I found this little blank book, bound in white kid, with my initials on the back in gold letters.

When I first came, godmother heard me wishing that I could put a slice of my good times away in a box every day, and save it to take home and enjoy afterward, as people do fruit-cake sometimes, after Christmases and weddings.

So she has given me this pretty white book, and every day while I am in this House Beautiful I shall write something in it with this darling little pearl-handled pen.
Even if I should live to be a grandmother, I am sure I shall never be too old to enjoy reading the account of what we did at this house party.
So far I am the only guest.

The others will be here in a few days.

They have so much farther to travel than I had.
Cousin Hetty would say that I "am eating my white bread now," for it is nothing but play from morning until night.
At first it seemed so strange,--no beds to make, no dishes to wash, no churning to do.