possibly could help; and, moreover, if I went to any person's house and they were talking about parties, I would not say a word; for the morning after parties all the conversation was of how this one looked, or how that one was dressed; it appeared as if they could think of nothing else. All these things would annoy me and take my mind off what I had determined on doing—as I had a headache I thought I would go home and keep quiet for awhile.
I did not go my rounds that morning, as I thought I was sick. Just as I was coming down Fourth street there were two little girls on the steps of a daguerreian gallery. As I passed by they said: "See here." Knowing them to be beggar girls, I turned with the full determination of assisting them. They then asked me, "how far I would have been if they had not called me." Forgetting my good resolutions, I got perfectly furious, and getting at them, though they hallooed, "it was not me," I gave them each a good whipping.
Now that my resolution had been broken, I went home so angry that I did not go out that day, although I had several calls, but I would not go to any, simply because I was so provoked at breaking my resolution. When I made such resolutions some little thing would always occur and make me break them and I thought I would not make any more.
I went out next morning, leaving my long face and thinking it was not worth while to try to have a heavy heart when I had a light one, so I was a full hour going from Elm to Sycamore, stopping and chatting with one school girl and then another, passing along and noticing every queer thing that I saw. Going
