I am NOT superstitious and I know it can make no difference.
But still I wish it wasn't thirteen." "I do wish I was going in with you," said Diana.

"Wouldn't we have a perfectly elegant time?
But I suppose you'll have to cram in the evenings." "No; Miss Stacy has made us promise not to open a book at all.

She says it would only tire and confuse us and we are to go out walking and not think about the exams at all and go to bed early.

It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think.
Prissy Andrews told me that she sat up half the night every night of her Entrance week and crammed for dear life; and I had determined to sit up AT LEAST as long as she did.

It was so kind of your Aunt Josephine to ask me to stay at Beechwood while I'm in town." "You'll write to me while you're in, won't you ?" "I'll write Tuesday night and tell you how the first day goes," promised Anne.
"I'll be haunting the post office Wednesday," vowed Diana.
Anne went to town the following Monday and on Wednesday Diana haunted the post office, as agreed, and got her letter.
"Dearest Diana" [wrote Anne], "Here it is Tuesday night and I'm writing this in the library at Beechwood.