June 5
Frankie is blowing Seagulls’ eggs in the scullery. His father, after a day’s work at the farm, is at his supper very hungry, yet immensely interested, and calls out occasionally—
“ ’Ow you’re getting on, Foreman?”
“All right, Capt.,” says Frankie affectionately, and the unpleasant asthmatic, wheezy noise of the egg-blowing goes on. … There are three dogs asleep under the kitchen table; all three belong to different owners and neither one to A⸺.