mary roberts

“You are a very sharp-tongued little girl," mother said, looking up at me. I am two inches taller than she is. "Unless you learn to curb yourself, there will be no parties for you, and no party dresses." This was the speach [sic] that broke the Camel's back. I could endure no more. "I think," I said, "that I shall get married and end everything." Need I explain that I had no serious intention of taking the fatal step? But it was not deliberate mendasity[sic]. It was Despair.”