Diary of a Little Girl in Old New York

und you By kindness and care, And you'll find in return Love and happiness there." Methinks you, my dear Kitty, My tale can explain; If not, I'll unfold it When I see you again. August 15. I got so tired doing so much thinking and writing in my diary that I waited to think up some more to say. My father is a very old gentleman. He was born before the Revolutionary War. I have three sisters who are nearly as old as my mother. We have the same father, but different mothers, so they are not quite my own sisters; but they say they love me just the same as if we were own. Two of them got married and went away to live with their husbands, but one whose name begins with G is not married. I will call her Sister G in my diary. She has a school. She is educating me. I love my music lessons. I began them when I was seven years old. Our piano is in the middle room between the parlor and dining-room,and my teacher shuts the sliding doors, and Ellen peeked through the crack to see what I was doing, but she was only six years old. My teacher is very fond of me. Last year my sister let me play at a big musical party she had, and I played a tune from "La Fille du Regiment," with variations. It took me a good while to learn it, and the people all liked it and said it must be very hard. My mother has had all my pieces bound in a book and my name put on the cover. I love my music first, and then my arithmetic. Sometimes our clas...