* * * * * February Twentieth . I 've found out what diaries are for ... to work off blue moods in , moods that come on without any reason whatever and therefore ca n't be confided to any fellow creature . You scribble away for a while ... and then it 's all gone ... and your soul feels clear as crystal once more . I always go to Sidney now in a blue mood that has a real cause . He can cheer me up in five minutes . But in such a one as this , which is quite unaccountable , there 's nothing for it but a diary . Sidney has been living at Stillwater for a month . It seems as if he must have lived there always . He came to our place the next day after I met him in the woods . Everybody made a fuss over him , but he shook them off with an ease I envied and whisked me out to see Don 's leg . He has fixed it up so that it is as good as new now , and the dogs like him almost better than they like me . We have had splendid times since then . We are just the jolliest chums and we tramp about everywhere together and go skating and snowshoeing and riding . We read a lot of books together too , and Sidney always explains everything I do n't understand . I 'm not a bit shy and I can always find plenty to say to him . He is n't at all like any other man I know . Everybody likes him , but the women seem to be a little afraid of him . They say he is so terribly cynical and satirical . He goes into society a good bit , although he says it bores him . He says he only goes because it would bore him worse to stay home alone .
There 's only one thing about XXXXX that I hardly like .
Don Everybody Sidney chums home minutes month snowshoeing society tramp