"How come, Mama?"
"Our cabbages are ready, and Doanie and Huldie are up here to
fix them."
"Did Shoogie come?" I jumped out of my chair to run to the
side window.
"Probably so."
"I see her! I see her! She's out yonder in the well lot.
Mama, lem'me go play with Shoogie!"
"Not till you eat your biscuits and fried meat. You and that
Shoogie have got the whole morning before you. Come away from the
window, now, Bandershanks. You want syrup on your biscuits?"
"No'm. Just smear on butter."
By the time I got out to the well lot, cabbages were piled
everywhere, and Doanie and Huldie had gone back into the garden
to cut more. Shoogie was sitting down in the sand, leaning back
against a big water tub.
I picked my way toward Shoogie, being careful not to bump
into the mounds of cabbages or the kraut-making stuff spread all
the way from the well curbing to Mama's wash shelter. Even so, I
stumbled against a sack of salt.
Shoogie saw me and grinned. I squatted down beside her to
watch her rake together some sand for a frog house.
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