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Day 42
Opal Helpes with Dying Day

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  Today was dyeing day. The mamma dyed. She dyed clothes--old ones. First she washed them in the tub. Then she put them in the boiler on the stove . In the boiler was beautiful blue water. I know because I climbed on the stove-hearth and peeked in. The mamma didn't make this water blue with balls like she does the rench water for the clothes on wash-days. She made this water blue with stuff out of an envelope. I had sees of her tear its corner off, and the blue little specks came out of that envelope in a quick way. The specks so did come in a more hurry way when she did give the envelope some shakes. All the clothes the mamma did carry from the wash-tub to the boiler—all those clothes was blue when she took them out; and afterwards the blue was yet with them and they hung upon the line. I see them quiver blue quivers when the wind blows.
  After she did hang them there on the line, the mamma did leave the boiler of dye-blue water on the stove . And she is gone goes to the house of her mother by the meeting of the roads . She told me to watch the house and let the fire go out. It so is gone a long time ago, and I keep watch. The blue water in the boiler has cold feels now. I stood upon the stove and I put my arm way down in it, and it was coldness. First I did only touch touches on the water with my finger. It was warmness then. That was just when the mamma did go.
  She is hours and hours gone now. I have been keeping watches of the house like she did say for me to do when she went away. And in-between times I have been reading reads in the books Angel Mother and Angel Father did write in. I have been screwtineyesing the spell of words. Now I am going to have dyeing day like the mamma did have on this morning. It is so much of fun to lift things up and down in blue water. On wash-days the mamma has me to do it much. She calls it renching the clothes . When it's blue water in a boiler, it's dyeing them.
  I have been dyeing like the mamma dyed this morning. First I did dye the mamma's bag of blueing balls . That bag was getting pale looks. Next I did dip in the mamma's clothes-pin bag. It was brownness before. I have not sure feels yet what color it is going to be since it has had its dye. I took all the clothes-pins out first. Then I did give them all a dip. They did bob about in a funny way. I made whirls in the dye-blue water with my fingers, so the clothespins would make some more bobs. It was very nice, standing there on top the cook-stove watching the bobs they made in the boiler.
  Then I made a start to dye handles. First I dipped in the butcher-knife handle. Then I did give the dipper-handle a dip, I had carefuls to make it go only half-way. Then I did give the handle of the potato-masher a dip. And I gave the hammer-handle a dip in the dye-blue water.
  Clementine came in a walk up step on the back porch. She looked a look in. She is such a friendly Plymouth Rock hen . She walked right into our house and came in a hop up by the dye-blue water. She so does like my blue calico apron. She hops up on my knee when I sit down to talk to the chickens in the chicken park. I had thinks being as she has likes for my blue calico apron she would have likes for blue feathers; so I did give her a gentle dip in the dye-blue water and two more. She walked right out our front door without even a thank chuckle. I never had knows of her to do so before. The dye-blue water was waiting waits.
  Next I dipped the Plymouth Rock rooster in. He did object to being dyed blue. He was quite fidgety. I had decides not to coax any more folks from the chicken yard to get dyed blue feathers. I looked looks about the house we live in . I had seeing of a box of matches the mamma did leave on a chair in the bedroom. The mamma has said I mustn't touch a box of matches on the cupboard shelf. And I don't. But she didnt say I mustn't touch them when she leaves them on a chair. So I have took the box of matches and it has had its dip. It has a limp feel. I have put it on the back steps to get its form again. And all the matches that was in the box have had their dips in the dye-blue water. I have laid them in rows on the grass to have a dry.
  And now I do have thinks how nice it will be on next time when dyeing day is come if the mamma does have seeing as how I could be helps--being as I now do have so much knowing of the ways of dyeing. I have thinks a big amount of helps I could be. Now while the things I have dyed do dry, I am going goes to the cathedral to have a long service there, for this is the borning day of Saint Louis in 1215. And many wheres there is needs for me to go to tell the plant-folk all about this being the day of his borning. And too it is the borning day of Oliver Cromwell in 1599, and the borning day of Padre Martini in 1706, and it is the going-away day of Torquato Tasso in 1595. The winds sing of these. And the great pine tree is saying a poem about this day.

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