Chapter 22: Thursday the Twenty-ninth

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​​‌⁠Percy (how I hate that name!) was here for dinner last night, and all things considered, we didn't fare so badly. We had tomato bisque and scalloped potatoes and prairie-chicken (they need to be well basted) and hot biscuits and stewed dried peaches with cream. Then we had coffee and the men smoked their pipes. We talked until a quarter to one in the morning, and my poor Dinky-Dunk, who has been w