The
minute the two dogs saw our buggy, they jumped off the porch and
ran out to the road, barking and barking.
"You scared of them big dogs, Aunt Vic?"
"Why, no. They won't bother us. Ginger knows that!" She
lifted the lap robe and peeped at Ginger. He hadn't opened his
eyes.
Mister Hawk's hounds soon quit barking. After they'd watched
us a little longer they let the hair ridged up on their necks
fall back in place and trotted back to the porch to lie down.
As soon as we crossed Ash Branch I knew we were nearly to
Aunt Vic's house. Her house wasn't like ours. Sure, it was sort
of oldish gray, same as ours. All the houses in Drake Eye Springs
were gray, because that's the color houses turn unless you put
paint on them. But Aunt Vic's house didn't have a long porch
across the front. It had just a half porch. And she didn't have
fireplace chimneys at both ends of her house. She kept her front
room warm with a nice Ben Franklin stove.
Whoever made Aunt Vic's house forgot to put a wide hall down
through the middle so her dogs could trot through whenever they
pleased.
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