Then she handed the bowl and spoon back to me.
"My mama don't dip snuff. She's a nice lady. She says nice
ladies don't dip-just old grandma women."
Huldie walked up while I still had the spoon in my hand. She
was puffing, wiping sweat off her forehead, and talking to
herself.
"Mercy, this is one more hot day!"
The basket Huldie balanced on her head was heaped up with
cabbages. If she was going to make me and Shoogie churn them all
down, we'd never get to bake Preaching Sunday mud pies!
"What's you girls doin'?"
Shoogie's eyes got big. She gulped, stretched her neck, and
beat herself on the chest. In trying to answer, she nearly
choked!
"We're dipping snuff," I told Huldie, as soon as I could
swallow.
"Good Lawd 'a mercy!"
Huldie grabbed for Shoogie! She caught her arm, but she was
having such a time trying to get the basket down from her head
that Shoogie snatched away. The basket tipped over, spilling
cabbages all over the well lot.
Huldie whirled around and grabbed Shoogie with both hands.
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