I dropped the sifter, jumped off the table, and streaked up
the hall toward the front room. The phone kept ringing.
As soon as I could push a chair over to the wall I climbed on
it and started jerking at the cord on the ear piece. That stopped
the ringing. Then, by standing on tiptoe, I managed to yank the
hearing thing all the way off its hook.
"Hello!" I hollered up into the mouth cup.
"Hello? Hello? Who's this?"
"It's me!"
"Who?"
"Me! I mean-"
"Call your ma to the phone, honey. This is Mister Hawk
Lumpkin. I gotta tell her somethin'."
Grandpa had said lots of times that Mister Hawk couldn't hear
it thunder.
"Here's my mama," I screeched.
I handed Mama the ear thing, but she didn't put it against
her head. Mister Hawk was yelling so loud she didn't even have to
hold it close.
"Hello! Mister Hawk? This is Nannie."
"Nannie? Say, Nannie, send one of your young'uns out to
Thad's house and tell him if he wants to see a automobile to get
down to the road. One just passed, headed that way! Tell Thad
he'll have to make haste 'cause that fellow must be hittin'
twenty or twenty-five miles a hour!"
"Yes, sir, Mister Hawk, I'll tell Pa.
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