Sunday the Thirteenth
Not only is Duncan gone, but Queenie has also quite unceremoniously taken her departure. It arose from the fact that I requested her to take a bath. The only disappointed member of the family is poor old Olie, who was actually making sheep’s eyes at that verminous little baggage. Imagination falters at what he might have done with a dollar’s worth of brown sugar. When Queenie went, I find, my mouth-organ went with her. I’d like to ling chih that Indian girl!