Sunday the Seventh
The weather has cleared: there’s a chinook arch in the sky, and a sort of St. Martin’s-Summer haze on all the prairie. But there’s news to-day. Kino, our new neighbor’s Jap, has decamped with a good deal of money and about all of Percival Benson’s valuables. The poor boy is almost helpless, but he’s not a quitter. He said he chopped his first kindling to-day, though he had to stand in a wash-tub, while he did it, to keep from cutting his feet. Dinky-Dunk’s birthday is only three weeks off, and I’m making plans for a celebration.