Part 5 (1/2)
Shoogie's arms got tired, but Huldie said we couldn't quit.
As soon as her grandma wasn't watching, Shoogie sidled over to me and whispered, ”Bandershanks, tell her your arms is wore slap out. Say, 'Huldie, my poor little arms is a-killin' me! Please let me and Shoogie quit!' She'll pay you some mind. Then we can go play!”
”But, Shoogie-”
”Say hit! You wants to play, don't you?” Shoogie scooted back to her churn.
”Huldie?” I said.
”What, baby?”
”My poor little arms is a-killin' me. Shoogie said- I mean, let Shoogie- I mean, please let me- My poor little arms is-”
Huldie and Doanie started laughing so I couldn't finish what Shoogie wanted me to say.
”Law, y'all is a pair o' sly ones! Shoogie, you the one what's puttin' this baby up to tellin' such as this. Her poor little arms! Why, you is got the child talkin' just like you does! Tell you what: me and Doanie'll let you both rest them poor little wore-out arms right now! Y'all trot down yonder to the gully at the syrup mill and fetch us two good-sized rocks so's we can hold down the kraut in the brine water. Don't just pick up the first ones you sees. Find some that is nice and flat and smooth.”
Shoogie grabbed my hand. ”Come on, Bandershanks, let's go.
I's gonna show you how I can jump clean 'cross that gully-where hit's way deep!”
We ran through the horse lot, past the pigpens, and down the lane as far as the calf pasture. Then we climbed the rail fence and went farther on toward Huldie's house and the syrup mill, till we came to the place where Shoogie wanted to jump across the gully.
The gully was deep, and wide-too deep and wide for me. But Shoogie leaped back and forth across it so many times she was out of breath.
”Let's get them rocks now, Bandershanks. I sees some just right, there in the bottom. All we's gotta do is pick 'em up and wipe off the gully dirt.”
The two rocks Shoogie picked out were so heavy it took us a long time to lug them up to the well lot. When we did finally get back, we saw that Huldie was in the garden again, and Doanie was gone. Shoogie said she must be in the kitchen helping Mama cook dinner.
”Bandershanks, you reckon they gonna cook cake?”
”No. We don't have no cake or pie, 'cept on Sunday.”
”Let's make us some more frog houses.”
”I wanta play like we're big. You be Huldie, and I'll be my mama. Let me tell you to stir up nice 'tater pies and cakes, 'cause the preacher's gonna come!”
”Iffen we plays like we's wimmins, where we gonna get some snuff? When I's Grandma Huldie, I gotta have me some snuff!”
”Run in the garden and ask Huldie.”
”Bandershanks, is you outta your head? Snuff's too good. She ain't gonna gim'me none o' her'n. You gotta go get hit from your grandma! She got some, ain't she?”
”Yeah, but Grandma Ming says I must never, never in this round world take a dip.”
”Tell her hit's for me. That'll be the truth.”
”I better not. I know what! I'll get Mama to stir up sugar and chocolate. It's just like snuff.”
”Is it good?”
”Yeah. Gooder'n candy!”