My dresses are getting too tight. I miss my masseuse.
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To-day I inspected my linen cupboard with all the care of the lady
superior of an aristocratic convent. I delighted in the spectacle of the
snowy-white piles, and counted it all. I am careful with my money, and
yet I like to have great supplies in the house. The more bottles, cases,
and bags I see in the larder, the better pleased I am. In that respect
Torp and I are agreed. If we were cut off from the outer world by flood,
or an earthquake, we could hold out for a considerable time.
* * * * *
If I had more sensibility, and a little imagination--even as much as
Torp, who makes verses with the help of her hymn-book--I think I should
turn my attention to literature. Women like to wade in their memories as
one wades through dry leaves in autumn. I believe I should be very
clever in opening a series of whited sepulchres, and, without betraying
any personalities, I should collect my exhumed mummies under the general
title of, "Woman at the Dangerous Age.
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