Then,
when we put up this church, we foolishly brought the old things
on over here."
"Yes, I know," Mama said. "That temporary business turned
into a long time. Forty years or more!"
I left Mama and Aunt Lovie still talking about the pitiful
condition of the church. Mierd and Sally were shrieking and
fluttering around like two young setting hens, so I had to find
out what they were looking at out the middle window.
It was just Wiley and Wallace Goode and the big boys with the
Christmas tree. They were at the corner of the building trying to
slide the tree out of Mister Goode's wagon. We couldn't hear what
they were saying, but from the way Dorris and Jim-Bo were waving
their arms, they were all trying to decide whether to pull the
big holly toward the front of the wagon or toward the back.
The boys finally got the tree out of the wagon and a base nailed
on it. They carried the tall tree to the front of the church, but
they couldn't get it to stand straight. In spite of long, stiff
wires fastened to its limbs, the tree kept leaning toward the
pulpit.
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