Amen.
"Grandpa, guess what?" Wiley blurted out before we could even
raise our heads.
"What?"
"I rode on it!"
"Naw!" Grandpa looked at Wiley as if he could hardly believe
such a thing. "Well! Now that's something to crow about!"
"Rode on what?" Irene asked.
"A automobile!"
"When did you ever ride a automobile?"
"Just this morning, up at Papa's store. All y'all just ought
to 've seen me!"
"What was it like?"
"Irene, it was sorta like being in a buggy-only smoother and
a whole lot faster! It was real, real fast!"
"Son, how'd you happen to get to ride?" Grandpa asked.
"Well, sir, that man said, 'Sonny Boy, you want to take a
little spin?' I ain't 'Sonny Boy,' but I was dying to get on that
thing, and Papa said I could. So, I did! He rode me all the way
up to Doctor Elton's and Miss Maime's house and then wheeled
around and brought me back to the store. We just went a-skimming
along-like a bird!"
Wiley flung out his arms to show how a bird flies.
"Whoops!"
"Watch out, Wiley!" Mierd screeched.
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