He's awfully handsome.
I think he's lovely.

Oh, I do so hope he's _the_ one! Anyhow, I hope there's _some_ one.

I don't want this novel to all fizzle out without there being _any_ one to make it a love story! Besides, as I said before, I'm particularly anxious that Mother shall find somebody to marry her, so she'll stop being divorced, anyway.
* * * * * _A month later_.
Yes, I know it's been _ages_ since I've written here in this book; but there just hasn't been a minute's time.
First, of course, school began, and I had to attend to that.

And, of course, I had to tell the girls all about Andersonville--except the parts I didn't want to tell, about Stella Mayhew, and my coming out of school.

I didn't tell _that_.