It 's just the sort of gift a person named Jemima would be likely to make . I ca n't imagine why Aunt Jemima thought I should like a diary . Probably she did n't think about it at all . I suppose it happened to be the first thing she saw when she started out to do her Christmas duty by me , and so she bought it . I 'm sure I 'm the last girl in the world to keep a diary . I 'm not a bit sentimental and I never have time for soul outpourings . It 's jollier to be out skating or snowshoeing or just tramping around . And besides , nothing ever happens to me worth writing in a diary . Still , since Aunt Jemima gave it to me , I 'm going to get the good out of it . I do n't believe in wasting even a diary . Father ... it would be easier to write `` Dad , '' but Dad sounds disrespectful in a diary ... says I have a streak of old Grandmother Marshall 's economical nature in me . So I 'm going to write in this book whenever I have anything that might , by any stretch of imagination , be supposed worth while . Jen and Alice and Sue would have plenty to write about , I dare say . They certainly seem to have jolly times ... and as for the men ... but there ! People say men are interesting . They may be . But I shall never get well enough acquainted with any of them to find out . Mother says it is high time I gave up my tomboy ways and came `` out '' too , because I am eighteen . I coaxed off this winter . It was n't very hard , because no mother with three older unmarried girls on her hands would be very anxious to bring out a fourth .
The girls took my part and advised Mother XXXXX let me be a child as long as possible .
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