"Look what you've done!
You've knocked over the syrup pitcher with one clumsy hand and
Irene's buttermilk with the other!"
"Irene, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. Gee, it's running
down all over your dress."
"That's all right."
Mama rubbed the spot on Irene's skirt with a damp cloth till
it looked fine.
"What I'm waiting to hear is what make automobile that was,"
Grandpa said, turning to Papa. "It wasn't one of the Ford tin
lizzies, was it, Jodie?"
"No, sir. It was a Chevrolet. It-"
"It was a 'Four Ninety'! That's what it was" Wiley hollered
out. "It cost four hundred and ninety dollars!"
"Hold on now a minute, son. Don't interrupt when anybody's
talking. 'Specially if it's somebody a good bit older than you
are. We'll let you have your say in a few minutes."
"Yes, sir."
After that, Wiley seemed to really try to stay quiet. Papa
went on talking.
"That automobile created quite a stir. Doctor Elton had
walked down to the store, and I was out on the porch, talking to
him. Old Black Idd was sitting there peddling his shoulder sack
of parched peanuts.
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