Mr van Daan wants me to sit next to him at the table, since Margot does not eat enough to suit him. That is all right with me, I like changes. There is always a tiny black cat roaming around the yard, carping at me, especially at the table. Now Margot will have to bear the brunt of it. Or rather, won't, since Mother does not make such sarcastic remarks to her. Not to that paragon of virtue! I am always teasing Margot about being a paragon of virtue these days, and she hates it. Maybe it will her not to be such a goody-goody. High time she learned.To end this hodgepodge of news, a particularly amusing joke told by Mr van Daan:
What goes click ninety-nine times and clack once?
Acentipede with a clubfoot.