June 21st. My knees are still trembling; there might have been a
frightful row; luckily Father was out. At half past 6, when Hella and I
were having a talk, the telephone bell rang. Luckily Resi had gone out
too to fetch something so I answered the telephone, and it was Viktor!
"I must see you to-morrow morning early or at 1 o'clock; I waited for
you _in vain_ at 1 to-day." Of course, for I was still ill, that is
still am ill. But well or ill I must go to school to-morrow. If Father
had been at home; or even Resi, she might have noticed something. It
would have been very disagreeable if I had had to ask her not to give me
away. Hella was frightfully cheeky, she took the receiver out of my hand
and said: "Please don't do this again, it's frightfully risky for my
friend." I was rather annoyed with her, but Hella said he certainly
deserved a lecture.
To-morrow we are going to a concert and I shall wear my new white dress.
It does look rather nice after all for sisters to be dressed alike. I've
taken to wearing snails, *** Father calls them "cow-pats;" but everyone
else says it's exceedingly becoming.
*** Flat rolls of hair-plait covering the ears.--Translators'
Note.
June 22nd. He was awfully charming when he came up to us and said: "Can
a repentant sinner be received back into grace?" And he gave each of us
a lovely rose.
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