30 January/12 February 1914

Now I understand why Mama is having our portraits made. Yesterday I was casually leafing through Olga’s diary (the one that looks like a prayer book), and I came upon this:

 

Papa says that Edward, Prince of Wales, is possibly interested in marriage. I told Papa that I am definitely not.

 

A suitable husband! For once I’m happy to be the youngest. I will not have to worry about such things as husbands and weddings for years and years. Poor Olga! Too bad it’s a secret, because I would love to torment her about it.