She kept Dale
trotting on, fast as he could go.
In a few more minutes we were going up the hill in front of
our house. Dale started turning off the road to go to our wide
gate, just like he always did, but Mama made him pull the buggy
back into the sandy ruts.
"No, Dale, we need to go on up to the store!" She gave him
another hard flip with the reins.
"We're going to Papa's store?"
"Yeah, hon. I've got to talk to your papa. But you won't even
have to get out. When we get there, you can just sit in the buggy
while I run in and speak to Papa a second."
"I gotta get me some candy!"
"I'll bring you a piece of candy. You just stay in the
buggy."
When Mama came out of the store, Papa was with her. Papa was
frowning and looking down at the ground, and Mama was looking at
Papa. He rubbed his hand across the back of his neck and
whispered something I couldn't hear.
He walked on over to the mulberry tree to untie Dale's
bridle, while Mama gathered up her skirt and climbed back up into
the buggy.
"Did you get my candy?"
"Your papa's got you a piece.
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