"Sequil"; Or, Things Whitch Aint Finished in the FirstShute, Henry A. (Henry Augustus)
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"Sequil"; Or, Things Whitch Aint Finished in the First
Shute, Henry A. (Henry Augustus)
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Diary fiction
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"SEQUIL"
Or Things Whitch Aint Finished in the First
By
HENRY A. SHUTE
Published by
The Everett Press
Boston, Mass., Mcmiv
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Copyright, 1904, by Henry A. Shute.
Entered at Stationers' Hall.
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"SEQUIL"
OR THINGS WHITCH AINT FINISHED IN THE FIRST
Sept. 7, 186- Gosh, what do you think, last nite father and mother and
me and Keene and Cele and aunt Sarah was sitting at supper when father,
he sed i am a going to read your diry tonite. Gosh i was scart for i
hadent wrote ennything in it for a long time. so after supper i went
over to mister Watsons and asked him if he dident want to see father and
he sed he wood and i went home and told father mister Watson wanted him
to come over jest as quick as he cood and father went over. i knew
father woodent ever think of it agen. father and mister Watson Beanys
father set and talked about what they usted to do and father sed do you
remember Wats that time you and Bill Yung and Brad Purinton and Jack Fog
went down to, and then he saw me and Beany lissening and he sed, you
boys run away and he giv me 5 cents and me and Beany went over to old Si
Smiths for some goozberies but i have got to wright that old diry some
more whitch is pretty tuf, i have forgot whether it was brite and fair
sence i wrote my last diry or not, but ennyway it is brite and fair
today. Lots of things have hapened sense i wrote my last diry. Beanys
father is a poliseman now and Beany feels prety big. Beany hadent better
say mutch to me ennyway. the stewdcats have come back and they has been
lots of fites. Scotty Briggam licked 2 stewdcats in one day. one day me
and Pewt and Beany was standing in frunt of the libary and 2 stewdcats
went in and Pewt threw a peace of dry mud and it hit the stewdcat rite
in the neck and bust and went down his coller and he see us laffin and
he walked rite out to where we was standing and he sed sorter sisy like
whitch of you boys throwd that, and Pewt sed jest like him, if you are
so smart you had better find out, and he grabed Pewt and throwd him rite
in the guter and roled him round in the mud and hit him 3 good bats in
the ear. me and Beany run and Pewt he was mad becaus we dident pich in
and help him, but lots of times me and Beany has got licked and Pewt
never helped us. i told Father about it and he sed he was glad of it and
he wished the stewdcats had licked me and Beany two.
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