But just then, Mierd said, "Come on,
Irene. Let's go roll our hair," and they asked to be excused. She
and Irene went flouncing out of the kitchen, both of them
giggling again.
When I turned back around, Mama was talking to Wiley.
"If you're through eating, son, I want you to go draw a few
buckets of water. We've got to put on some to heat for baths.
Wish you'd bring in the foot tub so we can fill it and the kettle
too."
"Mama, do I have to take a bath tonight? I ain't dirty."
"Wiley, it's Saturday night."
"But I bathed last Saturday."
"Son!"
Wiley went out the back door, fussing about how he hated
Saturday nights. He let the screen door bang.
Papa and Grandpa didn't even hear the door slam; they were
still talking about buying automobiles.
"Pa, you know what a loud mouth Ward is. He was telling
everybody at the store this morning that he's sure gonna get him
a automobile. 'Course didn't none of us believe him; that is,
nobody except Old Mister Hawk. He got so mad I thought for a
minute the old man would whack Ward over the head with his cane!
I wouldn't have much cared if he had! I was thinking to myself:
'By hoakies, Ward Lawson, you red-headed coot, you'd better pay
your debts before you start buying automobiles!'"
"I should say so.
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