lifted him up
agen til Pewt he stood on his tip toes and his face was all onesided and
his eyes all squinty and then he had to say it over agen polite. and
then Mister Purington he led Pewt home all the way by the ear. i thougt
i shood die. it sirved Pewt jest rite. father laffed when i told him how
the hornet stung me and how the girls hipered.

July 27. brite and fair. Pewt cant go out of the yard today. i dident
speak to Beany.

July 28. brite and fair. i am going with Potter and Chick Chickering
instead of Pewt and Beany. we went butterflying today.

July 29. brite and fair. nothing to wright today.

July 30. thunder storm rite after church. i wish it had been rite
before.

July 31. tonite a man come down to see father and said i had gumped up
behind a fence without my close on and scart his girls. he was stoping
at the beach and they come up to Mager Blakes hotel. well father called
me in and i told the man all about it and bimeby he begun to laff and he
said it was a prety meen trick on me and he shook hands with me and he
was glad i dident do it a purpose only he was sorry i got stung.

Aug. 1. me and Potter and Chick went fishing. Chick fell of little river
brige with his close on. Potter caugt a whacking snaping tirtle. he
gave it to Sam Dire and he cut his head of after it was cut of it wood
bite a stick. Sam says it wont die til the sun goes down. he says that
if you cut a snake in 2 peaces it will come together agen and heel up
and be as good as ever. me and Potter is going to try it.

Aug. 2. big thunder shower last nite. we all got up and lit lamps and
set round in our nite sherts. we lit all the lamps we cood find so we
coodent see the litening. father kept telling funny stories, but mother
and Aunt Sarah was scart and told him he hadent aught to joke when enny
minit he mite be struck by litening. father he said he dident beleave
the litening wood strike him enny quicker for not being scart of it then
it wood if he gumped and holered o lord every time it litened. well
after a while it only litened way of and we went to bed.

Aug. 3. i havent spoke to Beany yet or to Pewt eether.

Aug. 4. this morning it was Friday. we have fish chowder Fridays. i dont
like it and so i drink milk and father wanted the milkman to go down
celler to try some of his vinegar. mother hangs the wash boiler and the
tin pans and iron kittles in the celler way and when ennyone whitch is
tall goes down celler he has to stu