In the hours that these days would be "television time," I was outside calling Doodle bugs to come get their supper, trying to tell the house painter what time it was by drawing him a picture of a clock with the hands pointing to certain numbers, pouring over a Sears & Roebuck catalog to decide which long-handles I wanted to order for the winter, watching for Pell's Rolling Store to bring whatever fascinating things he had this time, or doing any one of a number of things you've never thought of doing--maybe I was even slipping behind the neighborhood boys and disarming their rabbit traps, so they couldn't catch any of those pretty rabbits. (They don't know even today--if any are still alive-- that I was the guilty one, for I was such a nice little girl they'd never think it of me). Yes, I guess I'm the one that has to tell you how it was, but your job will be to read it someday! You can do that, you know.

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