And right here let me say how glad I was to get back to this school--a real school--so different from that one up in Andersonville! For that matter, _everything's_ different here from what it is in Andersonville.

I'd so much rather be Marie than Mary.

I know I won't ever be Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde here.

I'll be the good one all the time.
It's funny how much easier it is to be good in silk stockings and a fluffy white dress than it is in blue gingham and calfskin.

Oh, I'll own up that Marie forgets sometimes and says things Mary used to say; like calling Olga a hired girl instead of a maid, as Aunt Hattie wants, and saying dinner instead of luncheon at noon, and some other things.
I heard Aunt Hattie tell Mother one day that it was going to take about the whole six months to break Mary Marie of those outlandish country ways of hers.