This South African classic is the delightful, true diary of a young girl between the ages of about eight and twelve years at the beginning of the twentieth century. It is unintentionally hilarious and retains all the spelling errors of the original. Iris's father was a magistrate stationed in various small towns in the Eastern Cape, and the diary gives the reader an enchanting view of small-town life in the Cape Colony through the eyes of a perceptive young girl who tells the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God, in a way that often lands her in trubbel. The context of this diry, diery, diray book is particular, but its innocence, humour and child-centred truth is universal. It is an unforgettable read, demonstrating that truth is not only stranger, but often more amusing than fiction.