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June 10

Legginess is bad enough in a woman, but bandy legginess is impossible.

Solitude is good for the soul. After an hour of it, I feel as lofty and imperial as Marcus Aurelius.

The best girl in the best dress immediately looks disreputable if her stockings be down-gyved.

Some old people on reaching a certain age go on living out of habit⁠—a bad habit too.

How much I can learn of a stranger by his laugh.

Bees, Poppies, and Swallows!⁠—and all they mean to him who really knows them! Or a White Gull on a piece of floating timber, or a troop of shiny Rooks close on the heels of a ploughman on a sunny autumn day.