Beloved Doctor (Miss Ewing). After diverse conversation, that they know
not whereof my visit is made, I ask of each Honorable Person the so
great question - "Of what does a diary consist?"

Our Honored President make explanation, "It is a register of
explanation, happenings or duties and is daily happenings most useful
for reference. I have kept one for years." The word duties she spake
with stress of voice. Shall I then transcribe the College hours of
hair-brushing or tooth-washing?

When to Miss Sterling I make question, her face become as the rosy dawn.
"A diary is a book of so great intimacy that the writing there in is to
be looked upon only by the eyes of him who writes - or - perhaps - one
other," she make answer with slowness.

At the once knowledge of her so great secret grow within me and I think,
"She also keepeth a diary and hath what they name in America - a Lover."

To Dr. Ewing I arrive at the last. She was seated within the Hospital
office writing in a small, black volume. Upon the outside of volume was
writ in large, golden letters, D-I-A-R-Y and beneath, in smaller forms,
Alice Ewing. All these things mine eyes beheld before I ask of her my
question.

"A Diary - why?" she make laughter as pleasant as the ripple of a
tinkling brook. "What do you know about Diaries, Moonflower?" Then came
the Matron in so great haste to beg of Dr. Ewing that she come at once
unto the bedside of Fuku. "She hath an attack," saith the Matron and was
departed.