Chapter 25: Tuesday the Ninth

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌⁠The days slip by, and scarcely leave me time to write. Dinky-Dunk is a sort of pendulum, swinging out to work, back to eat, and then out, and then back again. Olie is teaming in lumber and galvanized iron for a new building of some sort. My lord, in the evenings, sits with paper and pencil, figuring out measurements and making plans. I sit on the other side of the table, as a rule, sewing. Sometim