"BAB A SUB-DEB" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rinehart Mary Roberts)

Nothing, however, had come for me, and I was worried. But
on the 16th mother's visiting Secretary sent on four that I was
to accept, with tiped acceptances for me to copy and send. She
also sent me the good news that I was to have two party dresses,
and I was to send on my measurements for them.
One of the parties was a dinner and theater party, to be
given by Carter Brooks on New Year's Day. Carter Brooks is the
well-known Yale Center, although now no longer such but selling
advertizing, etcetera.
It is tradgic to think that, after having so long
anticapated that party, I am now here in sackcloth and ashes,
which is a figure of speech for the Peter Thompson uniform of
the school, with plain white for evenings and no jewellry.
It was with anticapatory joy, therefore, that I sent the
acceptances and the desired measurements, and sat down to
cheerfully while away the time in studies and the various duties
of school life, until the Holadays.
However, I was not long to rest in piece, for in a few days
I received a letter from Carter Brooks, as follows:

_Dear Barbara_: It was sweet of you to write me so
promptly, although I confess to being rather astonished as well
as delighted at being called "Dearest." The signature too was
charming, "Ever thine." But, dear child, won't you write at once
and tell me why the waist, bust and hip measurements? And the
request to have them really low in the neck?
Ever thine,
CARTER.
It will be perceived that I had sent him the letter to
mother, by mistake.
I was very unhappy about it. It was not an auspisious way
to begin the Holadays, especially the low neck. Also I disliked
very much having told him my waist measure which is large owing
to Basket Ball.
As I have stated before, I have known very few of the Other
Sex, but some of the girls had had more experience, and in the
days before we went home, we talked a great deal about things.
Especially Love. I felt that it was rather over-done,
particularly in fiction. Also I felt and observed at divers
times that I would never marry. It was my intention to go upon
the stage, although modafied since by what I am about to relate.
The other girls say that I look like Julia Marlowe.
Some of the girls had boys who wrote to them, and one of
them--I refrain from giving her name had--a Code. You read every
third word. He called her "Couzin" and he would write like this:

Dear Couzin: I am well. Am just about crazy this week to go
home. See notice enclosed you football game.

And so on and on. Only what it really said was "I am crazy to