Happiness clothed them as a garment ; they were crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of the springtime . The Understanding of Sister Sara June First . I began this journal last New Year 's -- wrote two entries in it and then forgot all about it . I came across it today in a rummage -- Sara insists on my cleaning things out thoroughly every once in so long -- and I 'm going to keep it up . I feel the need of a confidant of some kind , even if it is only an inanimate journal . I have no other . And I can not talk my thoughts over with Sara -- she is so unsympathetic . Sara is a dear good soul and I love her as much as she will let me . I am also very grateful to her . She brought me up when our mother died . No doubt she had a hard time of it , poor dear , for I never was easily brought up , perversely preferring to come up in my own way . But Sara did her duty unflinchingly and -- well , it 's not for me to say that the result does her credit . But it really does , considering the material she had to work with . I 'm a bundle of faults as it is , but I tremble to think what I would have been if there had been no Sara . Yes , I love Sara , and I 'm grateful to her . But she does n't understand me in the least . Perhaps it is because she is so much older than I am , but it does n't seem to me that Sara could really ever have been young . She laughs at things I consider the most sacred and calls me a romantic girl , in a tone of humorous toleration . I am chilled and thrown back on myself , and the dreams and confidences I am bubbling over with have no outlet . Sara could n't understand -- she is so practical .
When I go to her with some beautiful thought I have found in a book or poem she is quite likely XXXXX say , `` Yes , yes , but I noticed this morning that the braid was loose on your skirt , Beatrice .
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