Punch, said Judy, You're looking moody. Judy, said Punch, I want my lunch.

To Mrs. Cumming for a Quarter’s Payᵗ for Katie for sewing etc. 10ˢʰ and to the Doctrix 1ˢʰ . £0 11 0 / For the Doctor of the Writing School . 0 1 0

We had a farewell meal of franks and beans in a Seventh Avenue Riker’s, and then Dean got on the bus that said Chicago and roared off into the night.

Dating him? She must be hard up.