He talked to her as if she were a child who was in the way. I suppose it
does not occur to him that she is a woman grown. I would rather have
remained where I was and attempted to talk to her, or even look at her,
than to sip the finest Scotch whiskey ever bottled.

Now that I read this last line it does not convey much of a compliment,
but I mean all that it implies. She certainly is very pretty. We made
our excuses to her, and went to the club café, and I have not seen her
since. She has gone to the city with her mother on a shopping tour and
will not be back for several days.

I wonder how Carter became acquainted with her. He seems to know her
very well, and must have met her many times. I should like to ask him,
but of course that would not be the proper thing to do.

I had no idea that I would write so much as this when I started.




ENTRY NO. IV

BISHOP'S HIRED MAN


Miss Harding is still in the city, and I have added nothing to this
diary for several days. She is expected back to-morrow.

I do not know how to account for it, but since the coming of the