I still owe John a 40 cent gambling debt. Daddy won't let us play bridge for a past time on Sunday but he will sit up and gamble with us on Saturday evening.
If it were not a waste of time, I might write an essay called, "Five years with Germantown Trust.*"
I had quite an experience today putting my fingers in the mouth of a growling, hissing cat to get a bone out that was wedged across the roof of her mouth. Poor kitty suffered so! When it was over she jumped in my lap and went to sleep.
*German Town Trust was housed in the rear section of C.A. Rowell Department Store, pictured here, now a Walgreens.