"I fear I have been a little deceitful," she said, "but I am sure they will forgive me when they know.

I keep a journal; I have always kept one since I was a child.

Aunt Harriet wished me to do so.

And the journal was very stupid.

So little unusual happens here in Fairbridge, and I have always been rather loath to write very much about my innermost feelings or very much about my friends in my journal because of course one can never tell what will happen.