Dear Mr. Stratford,
Did you tell? ’Cause, you see, that night I ran off? My friend’s parents came right downstairs not long after I heard the phone ring, which they never do (come downstairs—I told you that), and found me hiding behind the bed. (I heard them coming.)
Why did they come down there?
I bet you told, didn’t you?
I thought you said we could trust you!
Note to Buddy Charles found on the floor near desk
That new girl—that Abby West? You seen her yet? I reckon I’m really glad she’s grazing here in our pasture now.
P.S.—Stay away from her, pardner. I ain’t kidding.