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Granma got him up a meal and when hed et it he began prowling about the
kitchen looking into everything and opening the cubbord doors. Then he
went into granma's mas room and turned the buro drawers and trunk inside
out and threw the things in them all about. All he found was a purse
with a dollar in it and he swore about it and took it and went away.
When granma was sure he was really gone she broke down and cried. She
forgot all about the bread and it burned as black as coal. When she
smelled it burning granma run and pulled it out. She was awful scared
the locket was spoiled but she sawed open the loaf and it was there safe
and sound. When her Aunt Hannah came back she said granma deserved the
locket because she had saved it so clever and she gave it to her and
grandma always wore it and was very proud of it. And granma used to say
that was the only loaf of bread she ever spoiled in her life.

PETER CRAIG.

(FELICITY: "Those stories are all very well but they are only true
stories. It's easy enough to write true stories. I thought Peter was
appointed fiction editor, but he has never written any fiction since the
paper started. That's not MY idea of a fiction editor. He ought to make
up stories out of his own head." PETER, SPUNKILY: "I can do it, too,
and I will next time. And it ain't easier to write true stories. It's
harder, 'cause you have to stick to facts." FELICITY: "I don't believe
you could make up a story." PETER: "I'll show you!")

MY MOST EXCITING ADVENTURE

It's my turn to write it but I'm SO NERVOUS. My worst adventure happened
TWO YEARS AGO. It was an awful one. I had a striped ribbon, striped
brown and yellow and I LOST IT. I was very sorry for it was a handsome
ribbon and all the girls in school were jealous of it. (FELICITY: "I
wasn't. I didn't think it one bit pretty." CECILY: "Hush!") I hunted
everywhere but I couldn't find it. Next day was Sunday and I was running
into the house by the front door and I saw SOMETHING LYING ON THE STEP
and I thought it was my ribbon and I made a grab at it as I passed. But,
oh, it was A SNAKE! Oh, I can never describe how I felt when I felt that
awful thing WRIGGLING IN MY HAND. I let it go and SCREAMED AND SCREAMED,
and ma was cross at me for yelling on Sunday and made me read seven
chapters in the Bible but I didn't mind that much after what I had come
through. I would rather DIE than have SUCH AN EXPERIENCE again.