14th January 1935

Marion improving in drawing, becomes keener than ever about it. Draws large heads now. She loves playing Cinderella, etc. with me. Today Marion drew on her white stockings and combies with pencil and told her first fib about it. In evening when I found she had not told me all, I would have nothing to do with her, saying she made me unhappy. She at once burst into tears and begged me to be friends. At length, upon her saying she was sorry and promising never to tell a story again, I forgave her and she hugged and kissed me many times.