Agnes Carpenter dressed for Mardis Gras |
Elodie Rose |
November 26th
Miss. Military Institute
My dear Elodie,
Well, I think it is about time that some of the girls are
writing to me. If they wait on me to
communicate with them first they will never hear from me, I am afraid, as my
time is as fully employed as it was at St. Agnes. I enjoy myself more here than I ever did at
my first boarding school, which is owing to the fact that I am getting worse
and worse every day of my life.
There are 6 girls besides myself who are just as bad and
pranky as girls are liable to be cultivated in this degenerate age. We form a
club of which I am Captain and everyone in the house seems to be mortally
afraid of night crimes. We have (?)
ghosts, sleep walkers and (?) The latter would get me into a world of trouble
if discovered for we nightly demolish six packages of cigarettes. Mark my word if you tell Mama on me you will
get the worst of it.
Night before last we went and had a midnight serenade with a
lot of boys at our back fence. And among
us who is a member of the club was the sweet but shy Beulah Gordon who has such
a saintly air connected with herself.
Together with the cigarettes was a large bottle of champagne, which made
me quite lively.
I ought to be ashamed to act so as I rank above the other
girls in regard to my situation as a scholar.
Am head of school for this month, was the first pupil to whom was… (last part missing)
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