I could
not keep it in and I cried like anything and said: You've betrayed me.
And Mother said: "I?" Yes, you; you told Father about the diary though
you promised me you wouldn't. At first Mother didn't remember anything
about it, but soon she remembered and said: "But, little one, I tell
Father everything. All you meant was that Dora was not to know." That's
quite true, it's all right that Dora wasn't told; but still Father need
not have been told either. And Mother was awfully sweet and nice and I
didn't go to bed till 10 o'clock. But whatever happens I shan't tell
her anything again and I don't care about the old diary any more. Hella
says: Don't be stupid; I ought just to go on writing; but another time
I should be careful not to lose anything, and besides I should not blab
everything to Mother and Father. She says she no longer tells her mother
anything since that time in the summer when her mother gave her a box on
the ear because that other girl had told her all about everything. It's
quite true, Hella is right, I'm just a child still in the way I run to
Mother and tell her everything. And it's not nice of Father to tease me
about my diary; I suppose he never kept one himself.

March 27th. Hurrah we're going to Hainfeld for Easter; I am so
delighted. Mother has a friend there whose husband is doctor there, so
she has to live there all the year round. Last year in the winter she
and Ada stayed three days with us because her eyes were bad. Ada is
really nearly as old as Dora, but Dora said, like her cheek: "Her
intellectual level makes her much more suitable company for you than for
me." Dora thinks herself cleverer than anyone else. They have 2 boys,
but I don't know them very well for they are only 8 and 9. Mother's
friend was in an asylum once, for she went off her head when her 2 year
old baby died. I remember it quite well. It must have been more than 2
years ago when Father and Mother were always talking of poor Anna who
had lost her child within 3 days. And I believed she had really lost it,
and once I asked whether they had found it yet. I thought it had been
lost in the forest, because there's such a great forest at Hainfeld. And
since then I can't bear to hear people say lost when they mean dead, for
it is so difficult to know which they really mean.

On the 8th of April the Easter holidays will begin and we shall go on
the 11th, on Maundy Thursday.

April 6th. I don't know what to do about writing my