But the cow got out of the pen and was
already way down the lane. He went to drive her back up, and
that's when he saw Ward slumped down by the fence."
Papa pushed open the back door. There was nobody in the
kitchen, and we didn't hear any sounds coming from the other part
of the house.
"Nannie, some of the men seem to think Ward might've shot
himself on purpose. And I wouldn't put it past him. He was a
crazy, curious man. But, I oughtn't to criticize the dead."
"I'm wondering about Ward's automobile. When do you guess
he-"
"Ned told me this Hicks fellow and another man brought it a
few minutes before I got over here. 'Course they left, right
away."
As soon as Mama hung her cloak and mine behind the kitchen
door, she led me into the fireplace room, where Miss Ophelia and
Miss Lida Belle and a big wide lady Mama called Mrs. Lee were
sitting.
Miss Ophelia was holding her little baby boy on her lap and
was rocking him back and forth. We could tell he was about to
fall asleep, for every time he tried to open up his eyelids, they
drooped back down again.
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