I am glad he is going to be in Atwater all summer . We have so few really nice young men here ; they go away just as soon as they grow up and those who stay are just the muffs . I wonder if I shall see Mr. Shirley soon again . June Thirtieth . It does not seem possible that it is only a month since my last entry . It seems more like a year -- a delightful year . I ca n't believe that I am the same Beatrice Mason who wrote then . And I am not , either . She was just a simple little girl , knowing nothing but romantic dreams . I feel that I am very much changed . Life seems so grand and high and beautiful . I want to be a true noble woman . Only such a woman could be worthy of -- of -- a fine , noble man . But when I tried to say something like this to Sara she replied calmly : `` My dear child , the average woman is quite good enough for the average man . If she can cook his meals decently and keep his buttons sewed on and does n't nag him he will think that life is a pretty comfortable affair . And that reminds me , I saw holes in your black lace stockings yesterday . Better go and darn them at once . ` Procrastination is the thief of time . ' '' Sara can not understand . Blanche Lawrence was married yesterday to Ted Martin .
I thought it the most solemn and sacred thing I had ever listened XXXXX -- the marriage ceremony , I mean .
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