(So, you see, it isn't all honey and pie even for Marie.

This trying to be Mary and Marie, even six months apart, isn't the easiest thing ever was!) I don't think Mother liked it very well--what Aunt Hattie said about my outlandish ways.

I didn't hear all Mother said, but I knew by the way she looked and acted, and the little I did hear, that she didn't care for that word "outlandish" applied to her little girl--not at all.
Mother's a dear.

And she's so happy! And, by the way, I think it _is_ the violinist.

He's here a lot, and she's out with him to concerts and plays, and riding in his automobile.