I had to
straighten up my whole playhouse by myself.
"Wiley! Son, I thought you'd left already! You-"
"Papa, 'member I watched that Mister Hicks driving last
summer? I know 'zactly which pedals to push!"
"Jodie, let him go! If he can show me how to do the foot work,
why, I can sure keep the thing in the road! It might save
Ned's life!"
"All right! Son, you can go. But you be mighty careful!"
"Hot diggity!" Wiley started running toward the front door.
"No, Wiley, not that way! Through the back here. My buggy's
behind the store."
Wiley slammed the door as they rushed out.
It wasn't half a minute before Doctor Elton stuck his head
back inside. "Hey, Jodie, what if the thing ain't got enough
gasoline in it? What'll I do?"
"Lord, I don't know. Reckon coal oil would work?"
"It might. Pump me up a few gallons. I'll take it, just in
case."
"My drum's slam empty. All I've got's some in a one-gallon
can."
"Just give me that!"
Papa handed the oil to the doctor and had scarcely had time
to close the back door when the front door opened, and in walked
Shoogie and Black Idd.
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