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Smith, Jewell Ellen, 1915-1998

"Great Jehoshaphat and Gully Dirt"


"Mama, come get him!"
My yelling out must have scared the cricket. Before Mama
could even answer, he disappeared under the organ. I stretched
out flat on my stomach and tried to see where he was hiding. I
even felt along the carpet as far as I could reach up under the
foot pedals. I couldn't feel a thing but sand and grit.
I lay real still, thinking maybe the cricket would come back
out. But I finally decided he was just sitting real still,
thinking maybe I would go away.
"I brought both letters with me, Nannie."
I wheeled over and jumped up! I hadn't heard Aunt Vic and
Aunt Lovie come in. But there they sat by the heater with Mama.
It was Aunt Vic who was talking about letters. Ginger had come
with her, all right. He was already curled up on the end of the
front bench.
"Vic, what did Cuddin Lucy write?" Mama asked.
"Not too much-just about Uncle Lige dying. I'll read y'all
her letter and Pa's too, if you think we've got time."
"It's turning off so cold, y'all reckon anybody else will
come?" Aunt Lovie asked.


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