new goblets two, so there, and Frankie run his
tung out at Annie and she made up a face at him, and then father told
them to stop and they stoped and mother and aunt Sarah turned red and
Mister Robinson he looked auful sollum and Mister Fernald looked funny
and then he looked at father an begun to laff and father laffed and then
we all laffed as hard as we cood, and Mister Fernald he said, dont mind
a bit Missis Shute, i have got children of my own, i like Mister
Fernald. after super Frankie and Annie were sent to bed and we went
into the parlor and father kept us all laffing telling stories, and then
Keene and Cele sung now i lay me down to sleep, and there is a bank on
whitch the wild time grows, and Cele sung flow gently sweet Afton and
Georgie sung i wood i were a fary queen, and then Mister Robinson wanted
us to sing a religous song and we sung shall we gather at the river.
then they asked me to sing and i said i coodent and father said before
he thought, that boy is bedeviled to play a cornet, then Mister Fernald
he said let him play it, it wont hurt him, then father begun to tell
some more stories and kept us laffin fit to die, and Mister Fernald he
said he hadent laffed so much for years, and he said, to mother, Missis
Shute i gess you have a prety good natured husband, and she said yes,
and father he said he most never got mad and jest then the bell rung,
and Keene went to the door and said that Mister Swane the poliseman
wanted to see father and father he went to the door and in a minit we
herd him swaring and herd him say it is a dam lie Swane and you know it
and then Swane went away and father came in and said that someone had
ridden horseback over the concreek sidewalk and they tride to lay it on
me. Then it was bedtime and Mister Robinson he prayed some more and he
prayed for those who took the name of the lord in vane, and then we went
to bed.

Oct. 17. Brite and fair. the old ministers has gone. i am glad of it. i
liked Mister Fernald but i hated old Robinson. i gess he wont get
invited here again. this morning at brekfast he prayed again until the
brekfast was most cold and he prayed a good deal about takin the name of
the lord in vane and i cood see that mother looked mad but she dident
say ennything. bimeby he begun to talk to mother about father having a
unfortunate temper, and said his langage was shocking, and Cele she up
and said, i gess my father is as good as you are and Keene stuck out her
tun