There don't seem to be any place for boys.
I told Susan so, and she said boys were always in the way.
If we could only leave things around it would be better.
It spoils vacation when some one keeps saying, "Don't do that!" or, "O, dear, those boys!"
Edgar says clothes are hateful things. His mother wants him to look pretty. He wants to roll on the grass, but he can't. My mother lets me. I have some overalls and stout shoes, and I roll.
My papa says boys have to climb and roll and keep busy if they want to grow strong.
When we got tired of our mountains we went fishing. I tumbled in and spoiled my straw hat. It was not deep, only the mud.
Vacations would be nice if it wasn't for the big folks. They want you to do as they do.
My papa and mamma don't, but grandma and aunties and my big cousins do. They make you feel prickly all over telling you about proper things.