Chapter 27: Sunday the Twenty-ninth

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌⁠I haven't felt much like writing this last week. I scarcely know why. I think it's because Dinky-Dunk is on his dignity. He's getting thin, by the way. His cheek-bones show and his Adam's apple sticks out. He's worried about his land payments, and I tell him he'd be happier with a half-section. But Dinky-Dunk wants wealth. And I can't help him much. I'm afraid I'm an encumbrance. And the stars mak