"
"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!"
Mama wasn't in the kitchen; neither was Doanie. So I got the
chocolate box and the sugar bowl by myself. I grabbed a spoon too
and ran outside before I filled my mouth.
"This sho' is sweet!" Shoogie mumbled after she had packed
three spoonfuls of the mixture down between her lower lip and her
front teeth.
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