One day I wuz jist gittin' reddy to cry. I could feel
tears startin' in my hart, and my throte all hot and
lumpy, thinkin' of ma and Danny an' all of them, and I
noticed the teakettle just in time--it neaded skourin'.
You bet I put a shine on it, and, of course, I couldn't
dab tears on it and muss it up, so I had to wait. Mrs.
M. duzn't talk to me. She has a morgage or a cancer I
think botherin' her. Ma knowed a woman once, and everybuddy
thot she was terrible cross cos she wouldn't talk at all
hardly and when she died, they found she'd a tumult in
her insides, and then you bet they felt good and sorry,
when we're cross at home ma says it's not the strap we
need, but a good dose of kastor oil or Seany and we git
it too.
I gess I got Bugsey's and Patsey's bed paid fer now. Now
I'll do Teddy's and Jimmy's. This ain't a blot it's the
liniment Mrs. McGuire gave me. I have it on me hands.
I'm gittin on to be therteen soon. 13 is pretty old I
gess. I'll soon turn the corner now and be lookin' 20
square in the face--I'll never be homesick then. I ain't
lonesome now either--it's just sleep that's in my eyes
smuggin them up.
Jim Russell is offel good to go to town he doesn't seem
to mind it a bit. Once I said I wisht I'd told Camilla
to remind Jimmy to spit on his warts every day--he's
offell careless, and Jim said he'd tell Camilla, and he
often asks me if I want to tell Camilla anything, and
it's away out of his rode to go round to Mrs.
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