I knew Ginger didn't like that. The main thing I liked
about Aunt Vic's house, though, was that her kitchen was another
little house sitting out in the back all by itself.
Aunt Vic helped me out of the buggy. But Ginger jumped out.
"Let's go straight on in the kitchen, Bandershanks. I want to
kindle a fire in the cook stove before we go to the cow pen to
milk."
After supper, I watched Jim-Bo oil his squirrel rifle. Aunt
Vic called him Baby Jones because he was her youngest boy, but he
was still lots older than me. Both of my older cousins, Casey and
Hi, had pulled off their boots and had edged their chairs close
to the heater so they could prop their feet against the top of
the wood box while they read.
Jim-Bo had started calling me his Cuddin Sally Sue. I told
him and told him that wasn't my name!
"Well, all right, you're Cuddin Sookie Sue."
"That's my doll's name!"
Jim-Bo put his gun back on the rack. "Ail right,
Bandershanks," he said, "do you want to hear some fiddlin' music!
How 'bout it, will y'all play some for Bandershanks?"
"Sure.
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