about _you_, Katy Carr," put in Elsie, vindictively.

"Yes they will!" said Clover; and gave Elsie a push.

By and by John and Dorry trotted away on mysterious errands of
their own.

"Wasn't Dorry funny with his turkey?" remarked Cecy; and they all
laughed again.

"If you won't tell," said Katy, "I'll let you see Dorry's journal. He
kept it once for almost two weeks, and then gave it up. I found the
book, this morning, in the nursery closet."

All of them promised, and Katy produced it from her pocket. It
began thus:

"March 12.--Have resolved to keep a jurnal.

March 13.--Had rost befe for diner, and cabage, and potato and appel
sawse, and rice puding. I do not like rice puding when it is like ours.
Charley Slack's kind is rele good. Mush and sirup for tea.

March 19.--Forgit what did. John and me saved our pie to take to schule.

March 21.--Forgit what did. Gridel cakes for brekfast. Debby didn't
fry enuff.

March 24.--This is Sunday. Corn befe for dinnir. Studdied my Bibel
leson. Aunt Issy said I was gredy. Have resollved not to think so much