_November 29th_.--My birthday. Felt forlorn so far from home. Wrote
all day. Seem to be getting on slowly, so should be contented. To a
little party at the B.'s in the eve. May looked very pretty, and
seemed to be a favorite. The boys teased me about being an authoress,
and I said I'd be famous yet. Will if I can, but something else may be
better for me.
Found a pretty pin from father and a nice letter when I got home. Mr.
H. brought them with letters from mother and Betty, so I went to bed
happy.
_December_.--Busy with Christmas and New Year's tales. Heard a good
lecture by E. P. Whipple on "Courage." Thought I needed it, being
rather tired of living like a spider--spinning my brains out for money.
Wrote a story, "The Cross on the Church Tower," suggested by the tower
before my window.
Called on Mrs. L., and she asked me to come and teach A. for three
hours each day. Just what I wanted; and the children's welcome was
very pretty and comforting to "Our Olly," as they called me.
Now board is all safe, and something over for home, if stories and
sewing fail. I don't do much, but can send little comforts to mother
and Betty, and keep May neat.
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