Twentieth Century Girl

22 December 1899 Time is marching forward, carrying us over the threshold and pitching us willy nilly, into a new century. The prospect of growing up in that unexplored territory is so thrilling that I fancy, if I close my eyes tight, I can almost see the process taking place! A day slips away like sand in a sand glass and then another day dawns and so we are caught up in this inevitable passage towards 1900. I bought a journal and have begun to transfer all my scribblings of the last few days into it. I shall call it 'Twentieth Century Girl', for that is what I intend to be!