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 since they are opened instead of closed just as you want to go to sleep. I saw myself wearing the ties of marriage — those unspeakable ties which women buy at bargain-sales! In short, I saw myself a slave, shuddered, and shook myself into the magnificent realization that it wasn’t true!

Oh, “Sans Souci!” No hairpins, no curlpapers, no piano practice, no hysterics, no jealousies, tantrums, amateur cooking, threats (always unmercifully unfulfilled) of Going Back to Mother! No tea-parties, no sewing-machines, no tears, sick headaches, cheap novels, smelling salts! No misapplication of the nail-scissors to the sharpening of pencils, no undue expenditure of money which I could not spare for Christmas presents which I did not want! Oh, “Sans Souci!” — emblem of prosperity, peace, and placidity — a change for the better, and let who would make the awful other change, for better for worse. Oh, “Sans Souci!” — “Sans Souci!” — “Sans Souci!”