t snoarted mixing es, a o fall. e ill sitting in our places o ter sometimes came early to our part of try, but usually  get a snoil after Cmas. As t time  least t certainly  of my family, still looking for me every day in t me dead,  concerning my welfare.

    At ions, putting out table and tair rail. t C-mas, my fatook me out to cree for t me to  one. I even missed my little sisters. ere talking and dreaming of Santa Claus, wondering w had become of me?

    quot; day is it?quot; I asked Luco hes.

    into t;tuesday?quot;

    quot;No, I mean  day of t;

    quot;I e November, early December. But memory is a tricky t comes to time or ;

    Cmas  passed after all. I resolved to co celebrate te fas of t care about hings.

    quot;Do you kno;

    ruggled into s. quot;No t;

    quot;I  to make a calendar.quot;

    quot;A calendar? ore of paper and any number of pencils to keep a calendar out eaco cake notice of time enoug;

    quot;But  to draure or e someone a note?quot;

    Luc. quot;rite? to en o e entirely, and t , didnt learn in t place. It is better to  be putting do  tle trea-sure.quot;

    quot;But I do like to draures.quot;

    e started across tood like tall trees, conferring. Because Luc of us all, rouble keeping up  my side, inued a-tion.

    quot;So, youre an artist, are ye? No pencil and paper? Do you kno tists of old made t of animal skin and bird feat and spit. till, tcones. Ill teaco leave your mark, and get you t paper