so i gess she is all rite.
June 1. brite and fair. today we had a great time at brekfast. father
was home becaus sumtimes he gets tired. we had boiled egs for brekfast
and mother she boiled the egs i found in the nest. well we set down to
the table and father he helped us to egs and bisket and he took up a eg
and held it over his glass and hit it a paist with his spoon and it went
off jest like a pop pistol and father he said thunder Joey the infernal
thing is roten and we all held our nose and ran away from the table and
you never smelt such a auful smel. well mother she made me take the egs
all out behine the barn and throw them away and i did and when i got
there i had sum fun pluging them at J. Albert Clarks big apple tree and
i hit it most every time and every time i hit it the eg popped like a
pistol. then i went in to brekfast and mother was burning some coffy in
a duspan to take away the smel of the roten eg. well while we was eating
brekfast J. Albert Clark he came in and said i had beter come out and
clean of his apple tree and burn a rag and father made me take a pail
of hot water and clean it of. J. Albert needent have been so fusy for it
wood have all dride in a little while.
June 2. brite and fair. i wish that old cow was ded. Beany hasent got
back yet.
June 3. brite and fair. i am in bed. i aint sick only i havent got enny
close to wair. tonite after father had milked the old cow i thougt i
wood try it.
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