It doesn't hurt the towels and it's cosey for the toad.
I had a little snake--a stunner--but Lena squealed when she found him
in my collars, so I had to take him away. He looked awfully cunning
inside the collars, but Lena wouldn't stand for him, so I let well
enough alone and tried to be contented with the toad and the puppy and
some June-bugs I've got in boxes in the closet, and my lizard--next to
mother, he's my best friend--I've had him six months. I'm not sure I
wouldn't rather lose mother than him, because you can get a
step-mother, but it's awfully difficult to replace a lizard like
Diogenes. I wonder if Lorraine will think I've written too much about
my animals? They're more fun than Peggy anyway, and as for Harry
Goward--golly! The toad or lizard that couldn't be livelier than he is
would be a pretty sad animal.
A year ago I was fishing one day away up the river, squatting under a
bush on a bank, when Peggy and Dr. Denbigh came and plumped right over
my head. They didn't see me--but it wasn't up to me. They were looking
the other way, so they didn't notice my fish-line either. They weren't
noticing much of life as it appeared to me except their personal
selves. I thought if they wouldn't disturb me I wouldn't disturb them.
At first I didn't pay attention to what they were saying, because there
was a chub and a trout together after my bait, and I naturally was
excited to see if the trout would take it.
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