Now see how I stand, as sentimental and sensitive as any old maid doing water colours of sunset or sunrise.
I once flattered myself that I was an tough girl; I now perceive that I am gloriously and adolescently foolish. A new Clovis, loving What I have despised, and suffering from calf love into the bargain, the life is long and I wish my fill of beauty before I go.
Geographically I do not care and scarcely know where I am. There are no signposts in the sea of life.