' Perhaps Phil may call this information, and
Margery will vow that it is gossip and belongs to her; any way, they
consider it a splendid joke, and chuckle themselves to sleep over it
every night; but I think the whole affair is perfectly maddening, and
it makes me boil with rage to be taken in so easily. Such a to-do as
they make over the matter you never saw; you would think it was the
first successful joke since the Deluge. (That wasn't a DRY joke, was
it? Ha, ha!)
This is the way they twang on their harp of a thousand strings. At
breakfast, this morning, when Jack passed me the corn-bread, I said
innocently, 'Why, what have we here?' 'It is manna that fell in the
night,' answered Jack, with an exasperating snicker. 'You didn't
know mutton, but I thought, being a Sunday-school teacher, you would
know something about manna.' (N.B.--He alludes to that time I took
the infant class for Miss Jones, and they all ran out to see a
military funeral procession.) 'I wish you knew something about
manners,' snapped I; and then Aunt Truth had to warn us both, as
usual. Oh dear! it's a weary world. I'd just like to get Jack at a
disadvantage once!
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We climbed Pico Negro yesterday. Bell, Geoff, Phil, and I had quite
an experience in losing the trail. I will tell you about it. Just
as -
(Goodness me! what have I written? Oh, Elsie, pray excuse those
HORIZONTAL EVIDENCES of my forgetfulness and disobedience.
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