me and not marry. They did not want to ask
him because he had some trouble once. I wonder what kind! Well I am
going to be married sometime. I want a house to do the housework in
and a husband and a backyard full of babies. Perhaps I would rather
have a hired butler and gold spoons. I don't know yet. Of course I
would like to have time to write poetry. I can sculpture too, but I
don't want a career of it because it's so dirty."

* * * * *

Physically Eleanor throve exceedingly during this phase of her
existence. The nourishing food and regular living, the sympathy
established between herself and Margaret, the regime of physical
exercise prescribed by Beulah which she had been obliged guiltily to
disregard during the strenuous days of her existence in Washington
Square, all contributed to the accentuation of her material
well-being. She played with Margaret's nephew, and ran up and down
stairs on errands for her mother. She listened to the tales related
for her benefit by the old people, and gravely accepted the attentions
of the two formidable young men of the family, who entertained her
with the pianola and excerpts from classic literature and folk lore.

* * * * *

"The We Are Sevens meet every Saturday afternoon," she wrote--on a
yellow page this time--"usually at Aunt Beulah's house. We have tea
and lots of fun. I am examined on what I have learned but I don't mind
it much. Physically I am found to be very good by measure and waite.
My mind is developing alright. I am very bright on the subject of
poetry. They do not know whether David Copperfield had been a wise
choice for me, but when I told them the story and talked about it they
said I had took it right. I don't tell them about the love part of
Aunt Margaret's bringing up. Aunt Beulah says it would make me self
conscioush to know that I had such pretty eyes and hair. Aunt Gertrude
said 'why not mention my teeth to me, then,' but no one seemed to
think so. Aunt Beulah says not to develope my poetry because the
theory is to strengthen the weak part of the bridge, and make me do
arithmetic. 'Drill on the deficiency,' she says. Well I should think
the love part was a deficiency, but Aunt Beulah thinks love is weak
and beneath her and any one. Uncle David told me privately that he
thought I was having the best that could happen to me right now being
with Aunt Margaret. I didn't te