THE CHAPTER THAT TROTTY DID N’'T PRINT. 159

. want to how you ll just see me at quarter of nine to-moller
morning.

I’m sitting on e table. Once I tipped over the ink-bottle.
Tt did n’t ’most all go into Lill’s lap. Vere was a little left.
Lill’s in a chair. Grandma is knitting. Zherusalem’s got
under her rocker, and she rocks on him. So I tipped e ink
over trying to get him out.

Ven last night my muyver went to a prayer-meeting. She
said it was Solomon. But I don’t believe it, and I would n’t
if I were you either. Solomon could n’t be vere because he
died, and you KNow you told us vere were n’t any ghosts in
North America!

Tf you “ll give me bumble-bee to spell to-morrow, I'll get to
ve head. You need n’t tell, cither. B-u-m bum b-e-l ble,
bumble, b-e-a bee. Bumble-bee.

I’ve got a sore froat. Playing Drown in e hogshead. So
Nate put on ve cover and I could n’t get out till I’d stayed in
awhile. It felt a little damp.

But I don’t fink vey need to changed all my clothes. Ve
water was n’t more ’n a foat deep; and another piecer foot.

Lill says e irk’s all gone. Because Zherusalem jumped
me over it again getting rocked on.

I don’t like letters. I’d rather telegraph. I had a blue
silk one. Before I went to school to you. Grandma lost it.

Lill says I am

Your affectionate Pupil,
Trotry TYRo..