"
"Ward? Wonder what he's up to? I heard talk he's aiming to
buy the old Crawford place."
"He may be aiming to. But Jodie says Ward couldn't raise a
dollar for a dead man's eye! Why Jodie ever gave him credit at
the store all last year and this spring I just can't see. There's
no telling how much that man owes Jodie! 'Course I sorta pity
Ophelia and all their young'uns and Miss Dink."
"Yeah, Nannie, I know. Maybe Ward will settle up what he owes
in a month or so-soon as he sells his cotton."
"He didn't last fall. Right after he hauled his first bale to
town he let Jodie have seven dollars on account-seven dollars,
mind you-and that's the last copper Jodie collected."
"Nannie, this evening soon as Jodie gets in from the store,
send me word. I'm anxious to hear what he's gonna have to say
'bout that automobile."
"Sure, Pa. I'll send you word."
Just at dark Mama sent the word, all right. By me. Grandpa
was busy trying to get the smut and smoke out of a lamp chimney.
He couldn't go talk to Papa about anything right then, he said.
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