He sort of shook himself and stumbled out to his horse. He had a
hard time climbing into the saddle, but, when he finally made it,
he turned round and shouted at Papa: "You gonna rue the day your
little witch was born!"
Chapter 3
When Protracted Meeting time came, it was like Preaching
Sunday every day, morning and night. God willing, it would go on
two full weeks, Brother Milligan said.
Getting to put on my frilly, thin dresses and my best
bloomers and two starched underskirts and new white ribbed
stockings was fun. But having to squeeze my feet into shoes and
then sit still on a church bench two times a day was awful.
Everybody in Drake Eye Springs dressed up in Sunday clothes
and came to the meeting; that is, everybody except the Baileys
and the Lawsons. Mama said Mister Wes Bailey and Miss Lida Belle
were sure making a mistake, not bringing Addie Mae and their
three boys. Everybody had known beforehand that Ward Lawson
wouldn't darken the church door or hitch up a wagon so Miss
Ophelia, their young'uns, and Miss Dink could attend services.
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