Wednesday the Seventeenth
Do you remember Aunt Harriet who always wept when she read The Isles of Greece? She didn’t even know where they were, and had never been east of Salem. But all the Woodberrys were like that. Dinky-Dunk came in and found me crying to-day, for the second time in one week. He made such valiantly ponderous efforts to cheer me up, poor boy, and shook his head and said I’d soon be an improvement on the Snider System, which is a system of irrigation by spraying overnight from pipes! My nerves don’t seem so good as they were. The winter’s so long. I’m already counting the days to spring.