You're too trusting."
"I know, Pa. Trouble is, if you take a man's mule, come the
next spring he can't make a crop! And you never would collect."
"Well, have it your way. What happened this morning that made
Hawk Lumpkin so mad at Ward?"
"It was what Ward said about the road. You see, Old Man Hawk
had come riding up in that one-horse wagon of his pretty soon
after the automobile stopped. He was mad and just a-ranting. I
couldn't tell at first if he was talking to his mule or to
himself."
"Probably both, if I know Hawk. He thinks more of that old
gray mule than he does of his wife! Why, he's had that old bag of
bones thirty years!"
Papa laughed.
"The mule, Jodie! Not the wife!" Grandpa laughed too. "What
was Hawk raving about?"
"He was grumbling that a man and his mule ain't safe on the
road no more. He said that all them dad-burned automobiles come
tearing through-'course 'dad-burned' wasn't exactly the word he
used-trying to run a-body in the ditch and scaring the living
daylights outta you."
"That's Hawk for you, all right.
Pages:
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101