*la!*

[petit_pupil]

*twirls in, particularly cheerful today for no reason; which is as good a reason as any, for Adele* Salut, messieurs et madames!I believe that I do not write very often enough in this journal! I should write here oftener, so as to record all the grand things that I do during the days. For instance, *pauses to count* eight days ago I travelled up to

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[basketofkisses]

*eyes narrow* What do you mean, peculiar?

[petit_pupil]

*...looks a bit startled, as if she hadn't quite considered that everyone can read her journal* Oh! Oh, pardon, Mlle. Rhoda--I only meant that-- *eight-year-old mind races* well, you never do seem quite--happy, Mlle, and I can see no reason for it! And I only mean, with your dresses--but my typist has said that many here are from different times, and people in different times have different thoughts about what type of dresses are pretty, and-- *is trying, really*

[basketofkisses]

*dark look* I am too happy. Why wouldn't I be?

*and she looks down at her dress-- one she has always been told she looks like a princess in-- and scowls* At least my dresses are better than yours.

[petit_pupil]

I do not know! That is what I wonder. People here are so very nice, I am not sure why anyone is unhappy.

*looks honestly surprised at this* --Que? *smooths her own skirt, flustered* I do not--why, your dress is not even of such fine matériel-- I do not want to offend you, but how could you truly say that yours is better? Is that what people of your time wear every day? And do they wear their hair like yours, as well? *digs the grave deeper*