Dear Diary — Lovely cool day for housecleaning. Done in no time. Daddy isn’t home at noon these days so Mom and I work in the morning, have a lunch and then I sit out on the porch and read. Dinner at night. After work is done, I write in my diary so that the afternoon can be devoted to reading.
Just before lunch, while I was sitting on the porch and admiring the blue sky and sunshine, the sidewalk was suddenly wet and the rain was coming down like soft bullets (if there are such things). The sun still stayed and all you could see were a few banky clouds on the horizon, the rest of the sky being blue. It rained so hard I had to go in but in a few glorious minutes the cloud burst was over and out came the triumphant sun in a sea of brilliant blue. Diamonds played peek-a-boo in the dripping trees, grass, and bushes. After lunch I finished dear “Little Men” and was very sorry I had. Mary called up; said to come over Sunday.
I cleaned up early and went up to take Barbara to town with me, but her mother said she’d been sick today and was asleep. I went on, and met Rufus at town. Home with her and then we went to the drug store and Rufus bought us each an ice cream cone. We met Marg. Louie and Roberta and talked with them a few minutes. On to the library where I got “Little Women.” Read it a long time ago. Thought I’d read it before “Jo’s Boys.” Parted from Ruth and went home.
Mrs. McCarter had asked me to come back later ’cause Barbey had been crying for Helen and she thought I could cheer her up. I found the darling lying on the davenport. Soon we went out and sat in the swing. We sang — or rather I did — and watched the Jones boys perform various acrobatic stunts. Mr. McCarter sewed with us awhile and then went to the garden. I stayed with Barbey. Once I asked her if she were a goose and she said no, she was a gander. So cute! Then I asked her what I was and she replied “A baby” with a mischievous look in her blue eyes. It was so funny. About 6:30 I departed and went home for supper.
At 7:00 Mom and Dad left for Kiwanis Club and I went over to George’s, preparing to read “Little Women” all evening. But George said not to be a book worm, and cordially invited me down to the Bowmans’. The whole neighborhood was assembled in their spacious back yard and we played “Still Water” and “Bum Bum.” Little Madge Bowman hung onto me all the time and asked a million questions to which I am ashamed to say, I couldn’t make satisfactory answers. I was both brains and runner on our “Bum Bum” side when George was caught and Madge remarked confidentially that all she had to do was to hold my hand and she wouldn’t be caught.
When the younger ones left the rest of us sat on the ground and sang and acted silly. The stars were oh so bright in the clear heavens and were the object of many of Madge’s questions. I didn’t care for Betty Bowman’s, Ruth Butler’s, and George’s choice of jokes but it seems to be the popular thing to laugh at dirty jokes — I didn’t and don’t care what they say or think! Disgusting! About 9:15 we “voted” that the meeting adjourn and it was a good thing ’cause George’s Mother didn’t know where he was and Mom and Dad didn’t know my whereabouts. To bed expecting a beautiful day tomorrow but when I awoke it was