A pretty girl like her must have had a lot of boyfriends. No, she had to admit, there were really very few, for she had her standards. Early on she had decided she would save herself for a prince who was sure to come rescue her from her common parents and the dull village. She looked in the mirror and she felt certain of her destiny, a destiny she shared with no one but her diary. It was something the other kids didn’t understand, especially the girls, who accused her being stuck up, and a snob. But they didn’t know that she secretly dreamed of life among the aristocracy — a Lady of some fine Mansion. Meanwhile, the ordinary boys, who always seemed to be attracted to her, made her uncomfortable. This revelation intrigued her interrogator. He wanted to know about those boys, the ones who we
