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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 15, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 14

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the girl's own' story of"the- wonder
trip. Editor.)
Marblehead, Mass., April 15. I like
my mother's face best of alL It is
the most beautifuljthing I have seen
in this beautiful workk I have been
seeing the world only two weeks, but
I know there is nothing more lovely
in it than Mrs. Edith 0. Lincoln, my
I have seen a baby and a daffodil.
The daffodil was beautiful, but the
baby was so warm and sweet I love
her most.
Miss Greeley-Smith took me to
Boston and we had lunch in a big
hotel and we went through the big
shops and saw all the fashionable la
dies in Beacon st. And we saw the
frescoes in the public library she
says they are among the most beau
tiful paintings in the world and that
a great Frenchman came all the way
from Paris just to paint them.
And to see all these things was
thrilling. But none of them could
compare to my mind with that little
pink and white cuddly baby girl that
lives just around the corner from us-
in Marblehead.
I don't want you to think from that
that I am one of those girls just crazy
about getting married. I think I
would rather earn my own living than
get married. When I was at the big
hotel and saw all the women in fine
clothes sitting at little tables, drink
ing things Miss Greeley-Smith said
were cocktails, out of little glasses,
I thought how much I would rather
be the nice, neat, pretty girl at the
hotel switchboard, because she was
doing something useful.
I do not-think a fshionably-dressed
woman is beautiful. Her clothes ar
too tight and there are not enough of
"them. I like women, though. I think
their faces are so much more beauti
ful than men's faces.
When I saw my father's face, and
particularly his moustache, I laughed
and laughed. I really think a mous-
tache is the funniest thing 1 hava
seen. I think men's clothes are fun
ny. The stiff fences they put around
their necks, those terribly tight derby
hats and the two stovepipes they
wear instead of skirts are so queer
and look so uncomfortable.
Miss Greeley-Smith says I must not
judge women's clothes by what I saw
in Boston. She said if I want to see
beauty in clothes I must go to where
she lives in New York city.
But I am not sure I want to go to
New York city, because in my little
home in Marblehead I can see the
things that I love best nice little
cuddly babies and beautiful waving
daffodils. And red roses! In Boston
the loveliest things I saw were in the
windows of the flower shops. But it
seems just a little hard to me that
such lovely things as flowers shquld
be bought and sold. Why can't they
be given away like the best things of
all love and light and the blue sky?
How can anybody be unhappy who
has the blue sky to look at? I never
get tired of looking at it I like it
better than the night sky. That is
too much like the blackness in which
I lived for 20 years (nearly 21 years,
for I shall be 21 on April 22, and I
know God gave me my sight for a
birthday present.)
One night I stood on our back
porch with mother and saw my first
star, so bright, so lonesome, so far
away! And then more stars came out
to keep that little lonely star com
pany, and suddenly mother began to
laugh, because she saw that I was
trying to count them!
I must not forget that the first
thing I saw after my mother's face
was also one of the most beautiful
things. After mother had persuaded
me t,o take my face out of the sofa
pillow, where I hid because I was so
afraid of the miracle that had come
to me I ran to the window of our
house and looking out I saw the
American flag floating from the flag
pole of our city hall.
"Mother!" I cried.. "Look! Look!
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