Even if I should live to be a grandmother, I am sure I shall never be too old to enjoy reading the account of what we did at this house party.  So far I am the only guest.  The others will be here in a few days.  They have so much farther to travel than I had.

Cousin Hetty would say that I “am eating my white bread now,” for it is nothing but play from morning until night.

At first it seemed so strange,—­no beds to make, no dishes to wash, no churning to do.  I like the evenings best of all.  Then we sit on the porch in the twilight, and godmother talks about mamma.  I never knew anything about her before, for I was so little when she died; but now she seems so real to me and so sweet.

Then we go into the long drawing-room, and the wax tapers are lighted.  Godmother says she always intends to use candle-light in that room, because it would spoil some of its quaint old-time charm to use modern lights.  And she plays on the piano, and Lloyd on the harp.  Lloyd is only learning, and godmother doesn’t seem to think much of her playing, but to me the music they make seems almost heavenly.  They forget that the only music that I am used to hearing, except what the birds make, is pumped out of the wheezy little organ at church.

I could sit up all night to listen to them.  It makes me feel so strange that I hardly know how to describe it,—­as if I were away off from everything, and high up, where it is wide and open, and where the stars are.  It makes me want to write.  All sorts of beautiful thoughts come to me, that I can almost put into words.  But they are like will-o’-the-wisps.  When I get to the place with my rhyme, where I saw them shining, they are still beyond my reach.

     JUNE 5th.

Rob Moore came over to-day, and he and Lloyd and I went fishing.

We carried our lunch with us, and ate it on a big rock that sticks up like a sort of island in the middle of the creek.  We had to take off our shoes and stockings to wade out to it, and after we got there the rock was hardly big enough to hold the basket and all of us comfortably.  We had to hold fast with one hand and grab for our sandwiches with the other.

It was lots of fun, for Rob and Lloyd kept saying such funny things that we laughed all the time.  I don’t know how it happened, but we got to laughing so hard that Lloyd choked on a piece of chicken.  We began pounding her on the back to help her get her breath, and all of a sudden off we went from the rock into the creek—­kersplash!

It wasn’t deep enough to hurt us, but we did look so funny when we stood up as wet as three frogs, and wiped the water out of our eyes.  We laughed so hard we could scarcely fish the basket out of the creek and wade to shore.  The basket was the only thing we caught except a turtle; Rob got that, and Lloyd made him let it go again.

Of course our tumble into the water ended the fishing for to-day, for we all had to hurry home for dry clothes.  But Rob came back again in the afternoon, and he and Lloyd have been giving me my first lesson in lawn-tennis.