and fair and hot as
time. i dident have enny chanse to wright ennything
yesterday. i dident feel mutch like it neether. i dont
believe enny feller had so mutch truble in 2 weaks
as i had last nite. to hear father talk you wood
think i was a bank burglar or a cannybile whitch
kills and eats children. i have been jawed and licked
and kep in my room and sent to bed without super,
only Cele brougt it up after father had went down
town, and had evry thing did to me jest becaus i
rote them leters and i dont see what there was in
them leters to make ennyone mad. i coodent wright
enny beter leters than them if i tride a hole weak,
and the peeple whitch got them is feerful mad with
me and father says that posiably they may persecute
me at law and i may have to go to jale for what i
rote and father says i have got him into a feerful
scraip becaus i told them peeple what he sed about
them. but then he sed it so i dont see why he shood
be mad, and what he sed is true and he says that
evrybody knows it is true so i done see why he
shood be mad.

the wirst of it is mother is mad with me two, that
is to say mother aint mad xactly for she dont get
mad but she is verry mutch displeesed with me and
sed i done rong in wrighting to them as i did. i
dont see why. ferst she says i done rong by hollering
to Beany about them and she was glad i begged
their pardon and now she says i done rong becaus
i dident stop when i begged their pardon and not
say enny more. of course i had to xplain things to
them. ennyway i dont understand it now and i
dont beleeve i shall if i have to go to jale for forty-five
years. i wonder if peeple ever do stay in jale
forty-five years. peraps i shall find out sum day.
i dont care. ennything i sbetter than having evrybody
mad with you. a feller mite as well be ded.
i wish i was ded. if i was ded peraps sum of them
wood be sorry.

well day before yesterday was a bully day. i
went fishing in the morning with Pewt and Fatty
Melcher and cougt 2 hogbaks, old lunkers and 3
pickeril and a big roach almost as big as the one i
left in my jaket poket the time the folks thougt
there was a ded rat in the wall of the house and
got old man Staples to pull down the plastering.

then in the afternoon i went butterfling with Potter
Goram and got sum splendid red and black ones
on the nettle flowers by the side of the road. father
he came home from Boston good-natured and was
glad to see i was so mutch better and we h