17 This morning when I came into breakfast I found a Sunday-School program of Donald’s with: - “Marg – Am cleaning out my pockets. Compliments of the season” written at the top. Short, but sweet. It will add to my Collection.
Biddy made me clean out four desks besides my own and then talked to me like a Dutch uncle because I did not do it quickly enough. Still, she is almost human at times so I shan’t kick, but I wish it was chronic. Practiced some more for graduation. Thank goodness, it comes off tomorrow. Sat on the side porch with Dan and was accused of holding hands. Anyone that can mistake a cat for a hand is more near-sighted than I. Washed my hair and treated Buelah to an ice cream cone. Was with the Dr. for a while after supper but Muz made me come home and take a bath. Feels good but beastly-bore.
Biddy (-2 or 3 chins)
Adolphus Gustavus Horatius Agustus the Cat as the D's see him, or pretend to. As I see him (also as Muz does)
Biddy was Marjorie's unflattering nickname for a teacher at school.
Muz was Marjorie's nickname for her mother, Grace Tinker.
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