Captain went out in the cab all the morning. Harry came in after school to feed me and give me water. In the afternoon I was put into the cab. Jerry took as much pains to see if the collar and bridle fitted comfortably as if he had been John Manly over again. When the crupper was let out a hole or two it all fitted well. There was no check-rein, no curb, nothing but a plain ring snaffle. What a blessing that was!

Americans can do whatever they set their hearts on.

My husband is upstairs, hoovering.

I AM LIKING HARRY. HIS MANIFESTATIONS ARE RED. THEY ARE WITFUL. Witful? WITFUL = FULL OF WIT? I see, Harry said. He thinks we're funny. FUNNY = FULL OF FUN? Not exactly, Norman said. We entities have the concept of . . . He trailed off. How was he going to explain funny?