Thursday the Fourth
Dinky-Dunk thinks I’m mad. I’m quite sure he does. He came in at noon to-day and found me on the floor with the kitten. I’d tied a piece of fur to the end of a string. Oh, how that kitten scrambled after that fur, round and round in a circle until he’d tumble over on his own ears! I was squeaking and weak with laughing when Dinky-Dunk stood in the door. Poor boy, he takes things so solemnly! But I know he thinks I’m quite mad. Perhaps I am. I cried myself to sleep last night. And for several days now I’ve had a longing for caviare.