The glass was hot.
"Hush, now." Quentin said. "Drink it."
"Sassprilluh." T.P. said. "Lemme drink it, Mr Quentin."
"You shut your mouth." Versh said. "Mr Quentin wear you out."
"Hold him, Versh." Quentin said.
They held me.
It was hot on my chin and on my shirt.
"Drink." Quentin said.
They held my head.
It was hot inside me, and I began again.
I was crying now, and something was happening inside me and I cried more, and they held me until it stopped happening.
Then I hushed.
It was still going around, and then the shapes began.
Open the crib, Versh.
They were going slow.
Spread those empty sacks on the floor.
They were going faster, almost fast enough.
Now. Pick up his feet.
They went on, smooth and bright.
I could hear T.P. laughing.
I went on with them, up the bright hill.
At the top of the hill Versh put me down. "Come on here, Quentin." he called, looking back down the hill.
Quentin was still standing there by the branch.
He was chunking into the shadows where the branch was.
"Let the old skizzard stay there." Caddy said.
She took my hand and we went on past the barn and through the gate.
There was a frog on the brick walk, squatting in the middle of it.
Caddy stepped over it and pulled me on.
"Come on, Maury." she said.
It still squatted there until Jason poked at it with his toe.
"He'll make a wart on you." Versh said.
The frog hopped away.
"Come on, Maury." Caddy said.
"They got company tonight." Versh said.
"How do you know." Caddy said.
"With all them lights on." Versh said. "Light in every window."
"I reckon we can turn all the lights on without company, if we want to." Caddy said.
"I bet it's company. " Versh said. "You all befter go in the back and slip upstairs."
"I dont care." Caddy said. "I'll walk right in the parlor where they are.
"I bet your pappy whip you if you do." Versh said.
"I dont care." Caddy said. "I'll walk right in the parlor.
I'll walk right in the dining room and eat supper."
"Where you sit." Versh said.
"I'd sit in Damuddy's chair." Caddy said. "She eats in bed."
"I'm hungry. " Jason said.
He passed us and ran on up the walk. He had his hands in his pockets and he fell down.
Versh went and picked him up.
"If you keep them hands out your pockets, you could stay on your feet." Versh said. "You cant never get them out in time to catch yourself, fat as you is."
Father was standing by the kitchen steps.
"Where's Quentin." he said.