Once in a long time an authentic bit of childhood is captured and held within the pages of a book, so that other children in spirit, whether old or young, may enjoy it. Such a book is Mary Paxson's. The real diary of a real girl in the early 1880's, it has the sweetness, charm, and inimitable humor of unconscious literature in its rarest form. Mary Paxson's book is one to keep on a near-by shelf to read when life seems hurried and nerve wracking and you want to simplify