I have often wished Mama or Grandma or somebody had written about what they had done, so that I could read about it, it would be so interesting!
So, finding this little book, I have decided to write everything I have done from Dec. 18 to January 7, when school stopped and began: When the bell rang at 11 o’clock, Friday, December 18, a signal that school was over for three lovely weeks, you can imagine the buzz and bustle and noise of joy, excitement and gladness that filled every girls’ hearts in the Misses Shipley’s School, Bryn Mawr Pa! I was certainly one of those joyful girls, and the first thing I did was to grab Fuzzy and have a whirl.
Shipley School Main School Building, Bryn Mawr (1895) (Source: Gerald A. Francis Collection)
Of course we had to celebrate the occasion by marching over to Glocker’s and buying everything that looked good and was good on and off the counter. “That was the beginning”, said I, and it was from Glocker’s we would not each trudge to our own little home, and so Fran said, “You will both (meaning Fuzzy and I ) come home with me, of course.”
No sooner said than done, and we all three caught the next train for Ardmore. That afternoon we spent in eating, reading Sherlock Holmes stories and in talking and planning for Christmas and vacation. One may wonder that, as Christmas was so near we did not work for it, but then, as Fuzzy pointed out one could not celebrate the end of work by working. We went home rather late that evening, I am afraid to say, but then we could not stop an exciting Sherlock Holmes story to catch an old train, so ‘twas the 6:19 at Villa Nova and the 6:22 at Radnor that our family met us at. But we had a nice time, so we were excused.
Saturday morning found me “alive and kicking” and ready for more fun, which there was plenty of. Fuzzy had made Fran and I promise we would come up that morning and, if she could have us, to stay for lunch. So ‘twas to Radnor bought myself a ticket for from Miss Gleason. When we got to the Carpenters’, Eleanor said she was sorry but she could not have us to lunch that day as Elizabeth had asked Helen and Emilie Parker, and she could not have any more. We stayed till after 1 making burnt wood things for Christmas, and a few minutes after Emilie and Helen had come we left.
When we got on the train Frances said “You come home with me” and so I did, but when we got near Bryn Mawr, Fran said “Mother doesn’t expect us, and it would be lots of fun if we could get off here, and go to Glocker’s for lunch.” But we thought perhaps we did not have enough money and we had better not.
Haverford Pharmacy (early 1900s)(Lower Merion Historical Society Archives) Continued...[1]
Then I grabbed Fran’s arm and said “We must go to Glocker’s, so let’s risk going on the train back to Bryn Mawr without the conductor seeing us and taking our money, it won’t hurt to cheat the R. R. once, and we can spend our 27 cents on lunch and get back to Ardmore out your last two punches, and then you can lend me money when we get to your house to get home.” No sooner said than done, and we went over to the other side of the station and caught the next train going up.
Bryn Mawr Station (c.1905) (Source: Gerald A. Francis Collection)
My, but we were scared when the conductor marched down the aisle, but wonder of wonders he never stopped except to glance at our innocent faces (pretending to be innocent) and we were saved! We had rather guilty consciences as we got off the train, but then as Frances said “We certainly have given the Pennsylvania Raidroad enough money on tickets to make up for 8 cents.”
We went over to Glocker’s where we had a dear little 26 cent lunch. We were bound to spend our last penny so we got a stick of candy which we broke in half. It certainly had been fun, and we went back to Ardmore. From 3 to 5 we spent painting our burnt wood boxes and then had to leave.
Sunday I was not feeling very well after all my exertion and things to eat, nevertheless I got up and caught the 9:49 train to Sunday school, where we had a nice surprise by the teacher telling us we were all to go over to the Fox’s to sing Christmas carols and practice them so we could sing them the Sunday after Christmas. So, all the girls, boys and children piled over to Mrs. Fox’s to “shout” carols. It was lots of fun, and, I am afraid to say, Fuzzy and I had several laughing fits right in the middle of the hymns over funny things Mr. Billy Fox said. From there we crossed the street and went to church. St Martin’s is a dear little church and I am very glad we have it to go to.
Fuzzy made me promise I would come down to be at the weekly Sunday afternoon Radnor Rabble meeting at the Carpenters, but when I got home I found I had such a head ache and was so tired I could not think of going back to Radnor that afternoon, so I stayed home and rested. Monday I stayed in bed, by Mama’s instructions, all day to rest up, thereby missing a morning of pleasure at the Carpenter’s and going in the afternoon to Miss Wallace’s our Sunday school teacher where we filled our Christmas stockings for the poor and afterwards have little cups of hot chocolate. But I didn’t mind much as I knew I was going to have lots of fun afterwards.
Tuesday found me in town busy with my Xmas shopping and having a busy time of it. Coming out on the train I looked like a regular Santa Claus, and felt like one for I was so happy to think Christmas was “the day after tomorrow, the day after that” as Ross had said. That evening I had a busy time directing my presents, but I certainly did enjoy it thinking the old saying was true that, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.”
Wednesday morning I was up early with the excited thought “Now it really is the day after tomorrow with no day after that.” I went up to Fuzzy’s to finish some burnt wood presents that I was making on her machine. Fuzzy and I were so excited and it was lots of fun working together. She is such a sweet girl and I certainly do love to be with her. I had to leave rather early, though, for the little boys were going to have a Christmas entertainment early that afternoon, and I wanted to be in time for it. Continued...[2]
At last Christmas Eve came and my but I was busy thinking of everything for Christmas. The Carpenter’s came down in their sleigh to bring presents and to wish us a merry Xmas, and some other people came that evening. Dan, Mama, Walter and I dressed the tree. It was such fun! Our library is such a big room with such a high ceiling that we had an enormous tree, and it really did look lovely when it was all finished, but prettier still when the candles were lighted the next morning, while all of the presents were being distributed around the room on each piece of furniture which we had each claimed. I was sent off to bed, and when they filled the stockings the boys went off to bed. When I went upstairs I looked in all the children’s rooms where they were sleeping soundly, and I thought of the excitement in the morning, and I certainly did wish it was morning! I climbed in bed beside Jack my 12 year old kid brother who ever since he was a tiny fellow has slept with me on Christmas Eve night. I was soon asleep, and the next thing I knew the grandfather’s clock downstairs was striking half past 5 in the morning, Christmas morning. It is the strangest thing, every Christmas morning Jack and I wake up at exactly the same time, and this morning we both wake up together. “Emily” says Jack, “Jack” says I, and Christmas began!
Putting on my wrapper and slippers and shivering in the dark and cold we lighted a candle and crept down to see what time it was. After coming back we laid in bed till after six whispering and then we said “Let’s open our stockings.” Just then Emlen and Ross came in with theirs, and we all sat up in one bed looking at the presents “Santa Claus” had brought us. It certainly was fun! My stocking was stuffed full and overflowing with lovely things, and my, but I was glad it was Christmas. Then we heard Polly laughing so we knew she was awake, so we all flew to see our precious little sister open her little stocking. She had just begun on it when we entered and her eyes were as big as saucers. After that we all got dressed and went down stairs to the dining room. We didn’t eat much breakfast but Dada wouldn’t let us in the Christmas room until he had lighted the candles on the tree. At 8 the door opened and we all flew in to our presents. We spent a blissful morning then. I got all I wanted and more too. At one our aunt and uncle came out and we had fun showing them all our presents. Two thirty dinner was announced and my, what a dinner!! When I got up from the table late that afternoon I felt that I could never touch a thing to eat again as long as I lived (which thought did not last more than several hours, I think it my duty to add). When a boy, a friend of Walter’s, came up that afternoon and said he had yet his Christmas dinner to eat we all pities him and told him to cheer up that perhaps he might be able to live through it, though we doubted it. Well, in fact when I climbed in bed that night, I went to sleep a tired but very happy and thankful girl. Christmas day was over, but not the fun.
Saturday morning the sun came in my room and woke me up. What made me have such a kind of contented feeling inside of me? Why of course, it was the day after Christmas. Who says the day after Christmas is an awful day, when you know Christmas is all over and won’t come again for another year, not I!
Yes, Christmas was over but its presents weren’t gone, and neither was, as I said before, the fun, and I felt far from sad. That afternoon we had a regular gathering. Some ladies, gentlemen, children, boys and Eleanor Carpenter came and we gathered around the fire, singing songs, talked, drank tea, ate candy and cakes and had a good time. We lighted the tree again for the last time. After everyone was gone I got dressed for a large dance I was going to that evening at the big Dreer place, Rosemont. Walter and Tom went too. We had lovely favors and a dandy time. The floors were fine to dance on and there were some awfully good dancers there, so I had a perfect time, I had Chase Tatnall for my partner in the German. Florence Dreer is a nice girl and I was very glad to have met her.
Sunday morning I went to Sunday school. This was the morning we were to sing our Christmas carols, so we all went into church and sat in the front pews. Just before church began we sang our carols. The church looked and smelled and was lovely with the decorations of beautiful flowers and ferns. That afternoon our four cousins, the little Dougherty children, and Aunt Gertrude came from Chestnut Hill. Little Gertrude is the dearest little thing and so are the three little boys. Dan is the funniest one. One of the things he said was “How do you make a skidoo pudding?” “How! Take 23 eggs and beat it!” Aunt Gertrude played the piano and Getrude and Graham sang, they both have fine voice
s, especially Graham. We all had a regular little tea party in the dining room of tea, hot chocolate, dates, figs, fruit, candy, crackers and sandwiches. Eleanor and cousin May, her mother, drove down and had even more fun then.
Monday, I spent the day up at the Carpenter’s. Elizabeth was getting ready to go to Washington. In the afternoon Tom and Elizabeth Montgomery came to see Elizabeth C. off. We all played parchesi and finished up a five pound box of Whitman’s that Wayne Vetterlein had given Elizabeth C. Fuzzy asked me to stay over night, but I couldn’t as Walter and I were going down to the Baker’s at Haverford that evening. I didn’t leave till late and the consequence was that, as I had to get dressed for that evening, we missed a train and didn’t get to the Baker’s till 9. We had lots of fun. There was Miss Perkins, Miss Wells, Jean Baker, Irma MacClintic, Dave Baker, Jack Sharwood, Brewster Taber, Bert Bailey, Walter and I. We toasted marshmellows but spent most of the evening listening to the funny stories and jokes Bert B. told. He certainly is funny, and my, but we laughed when he sang these funny songs on the piano. We didn’t leave till nearly 12.
The next morning I was very lazy and had my breakfast brought up to me. I didn’t get up until after 11. That day I went to a luncheon given by Emily Saunders at half past one. The luncheon was perfect and we had such delicious things to eat! There were about 50 girls there, and we sat around small tables, 6 or 8 at each table. In the beginning I knew two girls at my table. They were Jean Long and Nancy Smith, but then I was introduced to the rest. That evening Tom and I went up to the Robinson’s to spend the evening. Eleanor was there too. She asked me to stay over night at her house. We played all sorts of games, and had lots of fun with little Jack Smucker who is so funny. Tom took Eleanor and I home. We both had a lovely long bed talk before we went to sleep.
Wednesday morning Frances came up and then we all drove down to our house to ask Mama if I couldn’t stay for another night at the Carpenter’s. Mama said “yes”, much to our joy. We spent the rest of the morning at our house and then drove back to Radnor leaving Frances out at Villa Nova station to catch the train to Ardmore. That afternoon Eleanor and I spent talking and playing games. The next morning cousin May wanted me to stay over night again. We drove down again to our house to ask Mama whether I couldn’t stay. At first she wouldn’t consent, but when we told her that a lot of girls and boys are coming over that evening and what fun we would have she at last said “yes”. We spent the rest of the morning at our house then we drove to Fuzzy’s in time for lunch. That afternoon we drove up to Wayne buying things for that evening when we were going to have a little party of twelve. I had not brought an evening dress, so I dressed up in one of Elizabeth’s. She was in Washington and had left this dress. It was awfully pretty. We had lots of fun that evening. We played Baston and “up Jenkins” and had ice cream, cake and candy. Continued...[3]
I have often wished Mama or Grandma or somebody had written about what they had done, so that I could read about it, it would be so interesting!
So, finding this little book, I have decided to write everything I have done from Dec. 18 to January 7, when school stopped and began: When the bell rang at 11 o’clock, Friday, December 18, a signal that school was over for three lovely weeks, you can imagine the buzz and bustle and noise of joy, excitement and gladness that filled every girls’ hearts in the Misses Shipley’s School, Bryn Mawr Pa! I was certainly one of those joyful girls, and the first thing I did was to grab Fuzzy and have a whirl.
Shipley School Main School Building, Bryn Mawr (1895) (Source: Gerald A. Francis Collection)
Of course we had to celebrate the occasion by marching over to Glocker’s and buying everything that looked good and was good on and off the counter. “That was the beginning”, said I, and it was from Glocker’s we would not each trudge to our own little home, and so Fran said, “You will both (meaning Fuzzy and I ) come home with me, of course.”
No sooner said than done, and we all three caught the next train for Ardmore. That afternoon we spent in eating, reading Sherlock Holmes stories and in talking and planning for Christmas and vacation. One may wonder that, as Christmas was so near we did not work for it, but then, as Fuzzy pointed out one could not celebrate the end of work by working. We went home rather late that evening, I am afraid to say, but then we could not stop an exciting Sherlock Holmes story to catch an old train, so ‘twas the 6:19 at Villa Nova and the 6:22 at Radnor that our family met us at. But we had a nice time, so we were excused.
Saturday morning found me “alive and kicking” and ready for more fun, which there was plenty of. Fuzzy had made Fran and I promise we would come up that morning and, if she could have us, to stay for lunch. So ‘twas to Radnor bought myself a ticket for from Miss Gleason. When we got to the Carpenters’, Eleanor said she was sorry but she could not have us to lunch that day as Elizabeth had asked Helen and Emilie Parker, and she could not have any more. We stayed till after 1 making burnt wood things for Christmas, and a few minutes after Emilie and Helen had come we left.
When we got on the train Frances said “You come home with me” and so I did, but when we got near Bryn Mawr, Fran said “Mother doesn’t expect us, and it would be lots of fun if we could get off here, and go to Glocker’s for lunch.” But we thought perhaps we did not have enough money and we had better not.
Haverford Pharmacy (early 1900s)(Lower Merion Historical Society Archives)
But by the time we had gotten to Haverford we decided that money or no money we would lots of fun if we got off and bought our lunch, thinking we would get it at Haverford Pharmacy. When we had gotten off we began to wish we had gotten off in Bryn Mawr because one could get so much more and better things at Glocker’s than at an old drug store, so we walked up and down, talking and pondering how we would get to Bryn Mawr, get our lunch and get back to Ardmore on 27 cents and the last two punches on a school ticket, for we had already resolved that we would go to Glocker’s.
Then I grabbed Fran’s arm and said “We must go to Glocker’s, so let’s risk going on the train back to Bryn Mawr without the conductor seeing us and taking our money, it won’t hurt to cheat the R. R. once, and we can spend our 27 cents on lunch and get back to Ardmore out your last two punches, and then you can lend me money when we get to your house to get home.” No sooner said than done, and we went over to the other side of the station and caught the next train going up.
Bryn Mawr Station (c.1905) (Source: Gerald A. Francis Collection)
My, but we were scared when the conductor marched down the aisle, but wonder of wonders he never stopped except to glance at our innocent faces (pretending to be innocent) and we were saved! We had rather guilty consciences as we got off the train, but then as Frances said “We certainly have given the Pennsylvania Raidroad enough money on tickets to make up for 8 cents.”
We went over to Glocker’s where we had a dear little 26 cent lunch. We were bound to spend our last penny so we got a stick of candy which we broke in half. It certainly had been fun, and we went back to Ardmore. From 3 to 5 we spent painting our burnt wood boxes and then had to leave.
Sunday I was not feeling very well after all my exertion and things to eat, nevertheless I got up and caught the 9:49 train to Sunday school, where we had a nice surprise by the teacher telling us we were all to go over to the Fox’s to sing Christmas carols and practice them so we could sing them the Sunday after Christmas. So, all the girls, boys and children piled over to Mrs. Fox’s to “shout” carols. It was lots of fun, and, I am afraid to say, Fuzzy and I had several laughing fits right in the middle of the hymns over funny things Mr. Billy Fox said. From there we crossed the street and went to church. St Martin’s is a dear little church and I am very glad we have it to go to.
Fuzzy made me promise I would come down to be at the weekly Sunday afternoon Radnor Rabble meeting at the Carpenters, but when I got home I found I had such a head ache and was so tired I could not think of going back to Radnor that afternoon, so I stayed home and rested. Monday I stayed in bed, by Mama’s instructions, all day to rest up, thereby missing a morning of pleasure at the Carpenter’s and going in the afternoon to Miss Wallace’s our Sunday school teacher where we filled our Christmas stockings for the poor and afterwards have little cups of hot chocolate. But I didn’t mind much as I knew I was going to have lots of fun afterwards.
Tuesday found me in town busy with my Xmas shopping and having a busy time of it. Coming out on the train I looked like a regular Santa Claus, and felt like one for I was so happy to think Christmas was “the day after tomorrow, the day after that” as Ross had said. That evening I had a busy time directing my presents, but I certainly did enjoy it thinking the old saying was true that, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.”
Wednesday morning I was up early with the excited thought “Now it really is the day after tomorrow with no day after that.” I went up to Fuzzy’s to finish some burnt wood presents that I was making on her machine. Fuzzy and I were so excited and it was lots of fun working together. She is such a sweet girl and I certainly do love to be with her. I had to leave rather early, though, for the little boys were going to have a Christmas entertainment early that afternoon, and I wanted to be in time for it.
After lunch Dad and I walked over to school and we certainly did enjoy the afternoon. The little children were so cute and the way they said their pieces and acted was fine. We all walked home together through the deep snow, laden down with the things the boys had made for the Christmas tree at school.
At last Christmas Eve came and my but I was busy thinking of everything for Christmas. The Carpenter’s came down in their sleigh to bring presents and to wish us a merry Xmas, and some other people came that evening. Dan, Mama, Walter and I dressed the tree. It was such fun! Our library is such a big room with such a high ceiling that we had an enormous tree, and it really did look lovely when it was all finished, but prettier still when the candles were lighted the next morning, while all of the presents were being distributed around the room on each piece of furniture which we had each claimed. I was sent off to bed, and when they filled the stockings the boys went off to bed. When I went upstairs I looked in all the children’s rooms where they were sleeping soundly, and I thought of the excitement in the morning, and I certainly did wish it was morning! I climbed in bed beside Jack my 12 year old kid brother who ever since he was a tiny fellow has slept with me on Christmas Eve night. I was soon asleep, and the next thing I knew the grandfather’s clock downstairs was striking half past 5 in the morning, Christmas morning. It is the strangest thing, every Christmas morning Jack and I wake up at exactly the same time, and this morning we both wake up together. “Emily” says Jack, “Jack” says I, and Christmas began!
Putting on my wrapper and slippers and shivering in the dark and cold we lighted a candle and crept down to see what time it was. After coming back we laid in bed till after six whispering and then we said “Let’s open our stockings.” Just then Emlen and Ross came in with theirs, and we all sat up in one bed looking at the presents “Santa Claus” had brought us. It certainly was fun! My stocking was stuffed full and overflowing with lovely things, and my, but I was glad it was Christmas. Then we heard Polly laughing so we knew she was awake, so we all flew to see our precious little sister open her little stocking. She had just begun on it when we entered and her eyes were as big as saucers. After that we all got dressed and went down stairs to the dining room. We didn’t eat much breakfast but Dada wouldn’t let us in the Christmas room until he had lighted the candles on the tree. At 8 the door opened and we all flew in to our presents. We spent a blissful morning then. I got all I wanted and more too. At one our aunt and uncle came out and we had fun showing them all our presents. Two thirty dinner was announced and my, what a dinner!! When I got up from the table late that afternoon I felt that I could never touch a thing to eat again as long as I lived (which thought did not last more than several hours, I think it my duty to add). When a boy, a friend of Walter’s, came up that afternoon and said he had yet his Christmas dinner to eat we all pities him and told him to cheer up that perhaps he might be able to live through it, though we doubted it. Well, in fact when I climbed in bed that night, I went to sleep a tired but very happy and thankful girl. Christmas day was over, but not the fun.
Saturday morning the sun came in my room and woke me up. What made me have such a kind of contented feeling inside of me? Why of course, it was the day after Christmas. Who says the day after Christmas is an awful day, when you know Christmas is all over and won’t come again for another year, not I!
Yes, Christmas was over but its presents weren’t gone, and neither was, as I said before, the fun, and I felt far from sad. That afternoon we had a regular gathering. Some ladies, gentlemen, children, boys and Eleanor Carpenter came and we gathered around the fire, singing songs, talked, drank tea, ate candy and cakes and had a good time. We lighted the tree again for the last time. After everyone was gone I got dressed for a large dance I was going to that evening at the big Dreer place, Rosemont. Walter and Tom went too. We had lovely favors and a dandy time. The floors were fine to dance on and there were some awfully good dancers there, so I had a perfect time, I had Chase Tatnall for my partner in the German. Florence Dreer is a nice girl and I was very glad to have met her.
Sunday morning I went to Sunday school. This was the morning we were to sing our Christmas carols, so we all went into church and sat in the front pews. Just before church began we sang our carols. The church looked and smelled and was lovely with the decorations of beautiful flowers and ferns. That afternoon our four cousins, the little Dougherty children, and Aunt Gertrude came from Chestnut Hill. Little Gertrude is the dearest little thing and so are the three little boys. Dan is the funniest one. One of the things he said was “How do you make a skidoo pudding?” “How! Take 23 eggs and beat it!” Aunt Gertrude played the piano and Getrude and Graham sang, they both have fine voice
s, especially Graham. We all had a regular little tea party in the dining room of tea, hot chocolate, dates, figs, fruit, candy, crackers and sandwiches. Eleanor and cousin May, her mother, drove down and had even more fun then.
Monday, I spent the day up at the Carpenter’s. Elizabeth was getting ready to go to Washington. In the afternoon Tom and Elizabeth Montgomery came to see Elizabeth C. off. We all played parchesi and finished up a five pound box of Whitman’s that Wayne Vetterlein had given Elizabeth C. Fuzzy asked me to stay over night, but I couldn’t as Walter and I were going down to the Baker’s at Haverford that evening. I didn’t leave till late and the consequence was that, as I had to get dressed for that evening, we missed a train and didn’t get to the Baker’s till 9. We had lots of fun. There was Miss Perkins, Miss Wells, Jean Baker, Irma MacClintic, Dave Baker, Jack Sharwood, Brewster Taber, Bert Bailey, Walter and I. We toasted marshmellows but spent most of the evening listening to the funny stories and jokes Bert B. told. He certainly is funny, and my, but we laughed when he sang these funny songs on the piano. We didn’t leave till nearly 12.
The next morning I was very lazy and had my breakfast brought up to me. I didn’t get up until after 11. That day I went to a luncheon given by Emily Saunders at half past one. The luncheon was perfect and we had such delicious things to eat! There were about 50 girls there, and we sat around small tables, 6 or 8 at each table. In the beginning I knew two girls at my table. They were Jean Long and Nancy Smith, but then I was introduced to the rest. That evening Tom and I went up to the Robinson’s to spend the evening. Eleanor was there too. She asked me to stay over night at her house. We played all sorts of games, and had lots of fun with little Jack Smucker who is so funny. Tom took Eleanor and I home. We both had a lovely long bed talk before we went to sleep.
Wednesday morning Frances came up and then we all drove down to our house to ask Mama if I couldn’t stay for another night at the Carpenter’s. Mama said “yes”, much to our joy. We spent the rest of the morning at our house and then drove back to Radnor leaving Frances out at Villa Nova station to catch the train to Ardmore. That afternoon Eleanor and I spent talking and playing games. The next morning cousin May wanted me to stay over night again. We drove down again to our house to ask Mama whether I couldn’t stay. At first she wouldn’t consent, but when we told her that a lot of girls and boys are coming over that evening and what fun we would have she at last said “yes”. We spent the rest of the morning at our house then we drove to Fuzzy’s in time for lunch. That afternoon we drove up to Wayne buying things for that evening when we were going to have a little party of twelve. I had not brought an evening dress, so I dressed up in one of Elizabeth’s. She was in Washington and had left this dress. It was awfully pretty. We had lots of fun that evening. We played Baston and “up Jenkins” and had ice cream, cake and candy.
Sept. 9, 1909Reading this over I find that I stopped without finishing what I did the rest of the vacation, so I will write as much as I remember. On Friday I left the Carpenter’s for home so that I could get ready to go in town to spend the night at my aunt’s and have our New Year’s dinner there. Saturday I spent in town coming out in time for a dance to be given at the Montgomery’s. I had Gilbert Montgomery for the German. We had such nice favors and had a very nice time. After this I can’t remember. School started again on Tuesday.
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