He jammed his hat on his head, said
something to Ned, then got in his buggy and drove off.
Ned climbed on the donkey-in front of Stray-and let the
animal amble back down the hill, following in the ruts made by
Doctor Elton's buggy. Ned's feet almost dragged on the ground,
but Little Stray's crooked legs didn't dangle down much farther
than the donkey's tail.
Soon the doctor's black mares and buggy were out of sight,
but not Ned and Stray and their donkey. We could see them for a
long time.
On Monday afternoon, Mama and I went to the church to
Missionary Society. While Mama was hitching Dale to our oak tree,
I ran on inside.
The church was damp and dark, the benches all empty. "Mama,
ain't nobody in here!"
"We're early, hon. Missionary Society is not supposed to
start 'till three o'clock. Let's kindle a fire while we wait for
all the ladies."
"Is Aunt Vic gonna bring Ginger?"
"I imagine so. She takes that little feist dog with her
everywhere she goes."
"Does Ginger like church?"
"He should by this time.
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