She already
had one black foot buried in the sand and was heaping a stack of
wet dirt on top of her other one.
"My frog houses fall in, every time!" I said.
"I told you, get water and sprinkle hit on, and pat the sand
hard. Pile hit up high and pat some more. Then, wiggle your toes
just a little speck 'fore you eases out your foot!'
Shoogie knew how to make the best frog houses in the world.
So I raked up a pile of sand and shoved my foot down under it. I
smoothed the sand over, then gave it a pounding with both fists.
Next I reached around behind Shoogie to get some water out of the
tub she was leaning against.
"Let hit trickle 'tween your fingers on the sand. You is
doin' good!"
"Look, Shoogie! My house! It's staying up!"
"Get you a dab o' wet sand and patch that little cave-in at
the door."
Before Shoogie could show me the best way to fix my door,
Huldie called her to come help with the kraut. I hadn't even
noticed that Doanie and Huldie were back from the garden.
"Get a hustle on! Girl, you is big enough to flop one of
these churn dashers!"
"I'm big too, Huldie! Can I flop some?"
"Sho', baby.
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