The following took place the day the first guests of the season arrived. Taken from the Newsy News Letter Log 23-5.
There was something wrong with the youngest child(we have it on good authority that it was from smellin turpentine and linseed oil all day). During tea time the youngest child said,
"I'm looking forward to these guests coming."
The silence, after the initial crash of all the spoons clattering to the table, was touchable. The youngest child blushed to the roots of her hair (turning it a pretty shade of red) over being so horribly misunderstood. Trying to fix the damage she'd just done to her reputation she added hastily,
"The bugs! Maybe they'll like these people better and leave me alone…"
No one really believed her so the tale was told with great spirit by the middle child for the rest of the weekend.
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