“I must learn how to skip,” I said.
24th—I hate the alarm clock, simply because it is always so punctual.
“I was too late” is a delightful expression.
“Mrs. Willis’ breakfast is at quarter-past eight!”
Isn’t that “quarter-past” interesting?
And I can never be ready before nine.
25th—I dragged my uncle off to the Chute to enrich my store of zoology.
“One gape more, Uncle, to count up one dozen!” I said, and pulled his mustache in the car.
It was lucky that no one saw my act.
Poor Oji San! Playing chaperon is not a very promising occupation, is it?