o do drawing up the
time-table. A pupil-teacher from the F. high school is in our class. She
sits on the last bench for she is very tall. As tall as Frau Doktor.

September 26th. To-day we had Professor Riegel for the first time in
natural history. He wears eye-glasses and never looks any of us in the
face. And in French Madame A. said that my accent was the best. We've
got an awful lot on and I don't know whether I shall be able to write
every day. The younger girls say Professor Igel instead of Riegel and
the Weinmann girl said Nikel.

September 30th. I've had simply no time to write. Hella hasn't written
anything since the 24th. But I must write to-day for I met Robert in
Schottengasse. Good morning, Miss, you needn't be so stuck up, he said
as he went by. And when I turned round he had already passed, or I would
have given him a piece of my mind. I must go to supper.

October 1st. I can't write, Oswald has come from S., he has sprained his
ankle, but I'm not so sure because he can get about. He is awfully pale
and doesn't say a word about the pain.

October 4th. To-day is a holiday, the emperor's birthday. Yesterday Resi
told me something horrid. Oswald can't go back to S. He has been up
to something, I wish I knew what, perhaps something in the closet. He
always stays there such a long time, I noticed that when I was in the
country. Or perhaps it may have been something in his society. Inspee
pretends she knows what it is but of course it isn't true, for she
doesn't know any more than I do. Father is furious and Mother's eyes are
all red with crying. At dinner nobody says a word. If I could only find
out what he's done. Father was shouting at him yesterday and both Dora
and I heard what he said: You young scamp (then there was something we
couldn't understand) and then he said, you attend to your school books
and leave the girls and the married women alone you pitiful scoundrel.
And Dora said. Ah, now I understand and I said: Please tell me, he is my
brother as well as yours. But she said: "You wouldn't understand. It's
not suitable for such young ears." Fancy that, it's suitable for her
ears, but not mine though she's not quite three years older than I am,
but because she no longer wears a short skirt she gives herself the airs
of a grown-up _lady_. Such airs, and then she sneaks a great spoonful of
jam so that her mouth is stuffed with it and she can't speak. Whenever
I see her do this, I make a point of speak