I saw a great rope of dark brown hair ... a brown skin with red cheeks ... a big red mouth ... a pair of grey eyes . That was all . And when I thought of that shimmering witch woman with her white skin and shining hair I wanted to put out the light and cry in the dark . Only I 've never cried since I was a child and broke my last doll , and I 've got so out of the habit that I do n't know how to go about it . * * * * * April Fifth . Aunt Jemima would not think I was getting the good out of my diary . A whole month and not a word ! But there was nothing to write , and I 've felt too miserable to write if there had been . I do n't know what is the matter with me . I 'm just cross and horrid to everyone , even to poor Sidney . Mrs. Rennie has been queening it in Riverton society for the past month . People rave over her and I admire her horribly , although I do n't like her . Mrs. Burnett says that a match between her and Sidney Elliot is a foregone conclusion . It 's plain to be seen that Mrs. Rennie loves Sidney . Even I can see that , and I do n't know much about such things . But it puzzles me to know how Sidney regards her . I have never thought he showed any sign of really caring for her . But then , he is n't the kind that would . `` Nic , I wonder if you will ever grow up , '' he said to me today , laughing , when he caught me racing over the lawn with the dogs . `` I 'm grown up now , '' I said crossly .
`` Why , I 'm eighteen and a half and I 'm two inches taller than any XXXXX the other girls . ''
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