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 Sidney that I hardly like . I think he rather overdoes it in the matter of treating me as if I were a little girl . Of course , I do n't want him to look upon me as grown up . But there is a medium in all things , and he really need n't talk as if he thought I was a child of ten and had no earthly interest in anything but sports and dogs . These are the best things ... I suppose ... but I understand lots of other things too , only I ca n't convince Sidney that I do . I know he is laughing at me when I try to show him I 'm not so childish as he thinks me . He 's indulgent and whimsical , just as he would be with a little girl who was making believe to be grown up . Perhaps next winter , when I put on long dresses and come out , he 'll stop regarding me as a child . But next winter is so horribly far off . The day we were fussing with Don 's leg I told Sidney that Mother said I 'd have to be grown up next winter and how I hated it , and I made him promise that when the time came he would use all his influence to beg me off for another year . He said he would , because it was a shame to worry children about society . But somehow I 've concluded not to bother making a fuss .
I have XXXXX come out some time , and I might as well take the plunge and get it over .
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