SATURDAY, 11 P.M.
It is in vain I protest that he has not eloped with me . It is almost time now for the matinee and no Adrian . What shall I do ? SATURDAY , 11 P.M. Dear Diary , I have the measles . I am all broken out , and look horrible . But what is a sickness of the body compared to the agony of my mind ? Oh , Dear Diary , to think of what has happened since last I saw your stainless pages !