Joel was about 31/2 years old when this happened.
“. . . Joel got upset with me today and told me he was going to run away. I assured him that that was okay but that I wanted him to wait till after his nap and stay in the fence. He agreed to all those conditions so at the appointed time I made him a peanut butter sandwich, put it in a neckerchief tied to the end of a stick, kissed him good-by and he was gone (but not far!)”
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