After taking it, there was no turning back. I ran as fast as I could, trying to avoid all of my pursuers. Finally, I was stopped by pretty large man, who forced me to give back the doll to little Susie. Drat. The man then picked me up and whisked me away, and took me to my mother. She says that I’m supposed to make friends with the other children, not take their stuff. My only problem is why should I try to be friends with them when they constantly make fun of me? They also make fun of my mother, which I just cannot take. My mother is beautiful, and she is one of the most wonderful people in the world. I know my mother thinks the same way about me, because she said it here: ” But she named the infant “Pearl,” as being of great price—purchased with all she had—her mother’s only treasure!” I don’t understand why people are constantly talking about her. She says not to worry about them, but just don’t like the way they talk about her.

I was outside of my cottage playing in the forest. I don’t understand why we live so far away from all the others, but I kind of like it. I get to have the whole forest to myself, which is not something the other kids can say. This is the place where I can really be myself, and my imagination can run free. I used this time to find flowers and other objects to decorate mother’s ‘A’. I found a website to help me do so: http://familycrafts.about.com/od/decoratingfabric/Decorating_Fabric.html

She doesn’t like for me to do it, but still lets me. I always wonder why mother wears the red ‘A’ all of the time. I think it would be a lovely thing to wear each day, but mother absolutely forbids me to do so. The way in which mother made the A is so attractive and appealing that I can’t help but fiddle around with it. I once heard her mumble something about it being a mark of shame, but how can something of such beauty be shameful?