The daughter of one of Boston's oldest families speaks reminiscently of her early youth in the '90's, of her years abroad, Paris, Rome, the Riviera. There is nothing of importance to tell; it is simply a portrait of a way of life, of the upbringing of young ladies of fashion in that era. She and her sister were musical -- there is that side of their lives. There are parties, teas, the famous people they met. Written with a good deal of effusion, ""exaltations and dismays,"" ""excessive sensations,"" since ""life was that way."" She gets overly enthusiastic over little things that seem of minor interest today. Chance for the market of Julia Newberry's Diary rather than the more literary market of Roman Spring or This Life I Loved. It is on the ""quaint"" side.