The continuing account of reading A Night in the Lonesome October with an nine-year-old, out loud and during the day.
I didn't think anybody was actually reading these until a friend contacted me to ask where October 12th was. The answer is that Lily was staying overnight at her grandmother's house, because she had off of school on Monday for Columbus. Consequently, we didn't get around to reading this until today.
And I'm glad I have that story to tell, because there is otherwise nothing to say about this chapter. Lily thought it was amusing-in-the-abstract how Quicklime got dumped in the Thames, but that was about it.