Mild. Same as yesterday. In study hall Mary told me a dream she had about us walking hand in hand up a golden pathway in the sky toward heaven — bright and shining. Isn’t that beautiful — I wonder will it ever be? Mary has offered to help me. I love her. Helen has started wearing lipstick. Me no like — it doesn’t seem like Helen. Music lesson. Mrs. M called me a stranger. Hair looked lovely — washed it. Studied late.