June 19th. One thing after another goes missing in our class, first
it was Fleischer's galoshes, then my new gloves, three times money was
missing, and today Fraulein Steiner's new vanity bag. There was a great
enquiry. But nothing was found out. We all think it is Schmolka. But
no one will tell. To-day we could none of us attend to our lessons
especially when Sch. left the room at half past 11.

June 20th. In our closet the school servant found some beads on the
floor but since she did not know anything she threw them into the
dustbin. Was it really Sch.? It would be a dirty trick. Frl. St. is
frightfully upset because her betrothed gave her the vanity bag for a
birthday present and his photo was in it. But I'm really sorry for
Sch. Nobody will speak to her although nothing is proved yet. She is
frightfully pale and her eyes are always full of tears. Hella thinks too
that perhaps she didn't do it, for she is one of Frl. St.'s favourites
and she is very fond of her herself. She always carries the copybooks
home for her.

June 22nd. Our closet was stopped up and when the porter came to see
what was the matter he found the vanity bag. But what use is it to Frl.
now; she can't possibly use it any more. We giggled all through lessons
whenever we caught one another's eye and the staff was in a frightful
rage. Only Frau Doktor M. said: "Now please get through with your
laughing over this extremely unsavoury affair, and then have done with
it."

June 23rd. There was a frightful row to-day. Verbenowitsch was
collecting the German copybooks and when Sch. wanted to hand up her
copybook she said: Please give up your copybook yourself; I won't have
anything to do with (then there was a long pause) you. We were all