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Excerpt from Lady Betty: Across the WaterI suppose I shan't be able to decide about the state of my feelings until I've had more Of them on the same subject, or until I've written down in this book of mine everything exactly as it's happened. I like doing that it makes things seem 80 clear when you try to review them afterwards.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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I don't know yet whether I'm pleased or not, but I do know that I'm excited—more excited than I've ever been in my life, except perhaps when Miss Mackinstry, my last governess, had hysterics in the schoolroom and fainted among the tea things. I suppose I shan't be able to decide about the state of my feelings until I've had more of them on the same subject, or until I've written down in this book of mine everything exactly as it's happened. I like doing that; it makes things seem so clear when you try to review them afterwards. The excitement began at breakfast by Mother having a letter that she liked. I knew she liked it by the way her eyes lighted up, as if they had been lamps and the letter a match. All the other letters, mostly with horrid, tradesmanny-looking envelopes, which had been making her quite glowery, she pushed aside.

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I don't know yet whether I'm pleased or not, but I do know that I'm excited—more excitedthan I've ever been in my life, except perhaps when Miss Mackinstry, my last governess,had hysterics in the schoolroom and fainted among the tea things.I suppose I shan't be able to decide about the state of my feelings until I've had more ofthem on the same subject, or until I've written down in this book of mine everything exactlyas it's happened. I like doing that; it makes things seem so clear when you try to reviewthem afterwards.The excitement began at breakfast by Mother having a letter that she liked. I knew she likedit by the way her eyes lighted up, as if they had been lamps and the letter a match. All theother letters, mostly with horrid, tradesmanny-looking envelopes, which had been makingher quite glowery, she pushed aside.Mother won't have a crown on her envelopes; she thinks it's vulgar; besides, putting it onlyon the paper saves expense. This envelope had a great sprawly gold crest, but she didn'tseem to disapprove of it. She read on and on, then suddenly glanced up as if she would havesaid something quickly, to Victoria; she didn't say it, though, for she remembered me. I amnever taken into family conclaves, because I'm not out yet. I don't see what difference thatmakes, especially as I'm not to be allowed to come out till after Vic's married, because shewas presented four years ago, and isn't even engaged yet; so for all I can tell I may have tostay in till I'm a hundred, or leak out slowly when nobody is noticing, as Vic says girls do inthe middle classes. This time I didn't mind, however, for I couldn't see how the letterconcerned me; and as I was dying for a sight of Berengaria's puppies, which were born lastnight, I was glad when Mother told me not to fidget after I'd finished breakfast, but to rundown to the kennels if I liked.Soon I forgot all about the letter, for the puppies were the dearest ducks on earth (canpuppies be ducks, I wonder?), and besides, it was such a delicious June morning that I couldhave danced with joy because I was alive.

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I don't know yet whether I'm pleased or not, but I do know that I'm excited—more excited than I've ever been in my life, except perhaps when Miss Mackinstry, my last governess, had hysterics in the schoolroom and fainted among the tea things. I suppose I shan't be able to decide about the state of my feelings until I've had more of them on the same subject, or until I've written down in this book of mine everything exactly as it's happened. I like doing that; it makes things seem so clear when you try to review them afterwards. The excitement began at breakfast by Mother having a letter that she liked. I knew she liked it by the way her eyes lighted up, as if they had been lamps and the letter a match. All the other letters, mostly with horrid, tradesmanny-looking envelopes, which had been making her quite glowery, she pushed aside. Mother won't have a crown on her envelopes; she thinks it's vulgar; besides, putting it only on the paper saves expense. This envelope had a great sprawly gold crest, but she didn't seem to disapprove of it. She read on and on, then suddenly glanced up as if she would have said something quickly, to Victoria; she didn't say it, though, for she remembered me. I am never taken into family conclaves, because I'm not out yet. I don't see what difference that makes, especially as I'm not to be allowed to come out till after Vic's married, because she was presented four years ago, and isn't even engaged yet; so for all I can tell I may have to stay in till I'm a hundred, or leak out slowly when nobody is noticing, as Vic says girls do in the middle classes. This time I didn't mind, however, for I couldn't see how the letter concerned me; and as I was dying for a sight of Berengaria's puppies, which were born last night, I was glad when Mother told me not to fidget after I'd finished breakfast, but to run down to the kennels if I liked.

I don't know yet whether I'm pleased or not, but I do know that I'm excited—more excited than I've ever been in my life, except perhaps when Miss Mackinstry, my last governess, had hysterics in the schoolroom and fainted among the tea things. I suppose I shan't be able to decide about the state of my feelings until I've had more of them on the same subject, or until I've written down in this book of mine everything exactly as it's happened. I like doing that; it makes things seem so clear when you try to review them afterwards. The excitement began at breakfast by Mother having a letter that she liked. I knew she liked it by the way her eyes lighted up, as if they had been lamps and the letter a match. All the other letters, mostly with horrid, tradesmanny-looking envelopes, which had been making her quite glowery, she pushed aside. Mother won't have a crown on her envelopes; she thinks it's vulgar; besides, putting it only on the paper saves expense. This envelope had a great sprawly gold crest, but she didn't seem to disapprove of it. She read on and on, then suddenly glanced up as if she would have said something quickly, to Victoria; she didn't say it, though, for she remembered me. I am never taken into family conclaves, because I'm not out yet. I don't see what difference that makes, especially as I'm not to be allowed to come out till after Vic's married, because she was presented four years ago, and isn't even engaged yet; so for all I can tell I may have to stay in till I'm a hundred, or leak out slowly when nobody is noticing, as Vic says girls do in the middle classes. This time I didn't mind, however, for I couldn't see how the letter concerned me; and as I was dying for a sight of Berengaria's puppies, which were born last night, I was glad when Mother told me not to fidget after I'd finished breakfast, but to run down to the kennels if I liked.