He worked for my father, drove the team to draw hay, but had made some excuse to my father to take Dolly early and Father had an elderly man go with him to keep tabs on him. He didn’t find Dolly, but took a rangy looking horse, Bay Nellie. I don’t know if any of them besides we young girls, even knew why Dolly could not be found in the pasture. Nor how his trip turned out. I don’t know.
Partially because of my eyes, I do not get to write in this book too often. Sometimes several days go by without me writing, so I cannot remember too well if I have already written concerning certain things and people.
Enjoy each and every day.