she's much too thin to wear a dustcloak.

September 14th. Hella came back the day before yesterday. She looks
splendid and she says I do too. I'm so glad that she's back. After all I
told her about R. She was very angry and said I ought to have given
him 2 more; one for the tickling and one for the "baby" and one for the
"young monkey." If we should happen to meet him, shan't we just glare at
him.

September 17th. Inspee has really got the silk dustcloak but I think the
tartan hood looks rather silly. Still, I didn't say so, but only that
the cloak fitted beautifully. She has tried it on at least five times
already. I don't know whether Father really wants to treat her as a
grown-up lady or whether he is making fun of her. I believe he's only
making fun. She doesn't really look like a grown-up lady. How could
she when she's not 14 yet? Yesterday afternoon such a lot of girls were
invited, and of course Hella was invited on my account and we had a
grand talk. But most of them bragged frightfully about the country where
they _said_ they had been. We were 9 girls. But Hella is the only one I
care about.

September 21st. School begins to-morrow. By the way, we have agreed
to call it Liz [Lyzeum = High School] and not School. I'm frightfully
curious.

September 22nd, 19--. School began to-day. Hella came to fetch me and we
went along together. Inspee peached on us to Mother, saying we ran on in
front of her. We don't want her as governess. There are 34 of us in the
class. Our teachers are a Frau Doktor, 2 mistresses, one professor, and
I think a drawing mistress as well. The Frau Doktor teaches German and