Wull, this summer is goin to be the last tim I am livin with mai Russian Bond girlz, Katia an Olga. Katia is leevin tomorrow, an I has a sads fer this, but she is leavin me her perty pink rug to lie on, and so I has a happy too.
This week it is verree compulkayted being me.
We gets to keep Olga fer a while longer, and Mom says that will give us time to get used to the new situation. Meanwhil, she sez, we has to “jus keep on being Boswell an Johnson.”
“Whu are they?” I asks.
“I’ll explain it when yu are finally old enugf to go to a coffee shop.”