"We’ll have to get some medicine at Mottson," pa says.
"I reckon we'll have to."
"Tell him to go on," Cash says.
We go on.
Dewey Dell leans back and wipes Cash's face.
Cash is my brother.
But Jewel’s mother is a horse.
My mother is a fish.
Darl says that when we come to the water again I might see her and Dewey Dell said, She's in the box; how could she have got out?
She got out through the holes I bored, into the water I said, and when we come to the water again I am going to see her.
My mother is not in the box.
My mother does not smell like that.
My mother is a fish
"Those cakes will be in fine shape by the time we get to Jefferson," Darl says.
Dewey Dell does not look around.
"You better try to sell them in Mottson," Darl says.
"When will we get to Mottson, Darl?" I say.
"Tomorrow," Darl says.
"If this team dont rack to pieces.
Snopes must have fed them on sawdust."
"Why did he feed them on sawdust, Darl?" I say.
"Look," Darl says.
"See?"
Now there are nine of them, tall in little tall black circles.
When we come to the foot of the hill pa stops and Darl and Dewey Dell and I get out.
Cash cant walk because he has a broken leg.
"Come up, mules," pa says.
The mules walk hard; tie wagon creaks.
Darl and Dewey Dell and I walk behind the wagon, up the hill.
When we come to the top of the hill pa stops and we get back into the wagon.
Now there are ten of them, tall in little tall black circles on the sky.
Moseley.
I happened to look up, and saw her outside the window, looking in.
Not close to the glass, and not looking at anything in particular; just standing there with her head turned this way and her eyes full on me and kind of blank too, like she was waiting for a sign.
When I looked up again she was moving toward the door.
She kind of bumbled at the screen door a minute, like they do, and came in.
She had on a stiff-brimmed straw hat setting on the top of her head and she was carrying a package wrapped in newspaper: I thought that she had a quarter or a dollar at the most, and that after she stood around a while she would maybe buy a cheap comb or a bottle of nigger toilet water, so I never disturbed her for a minute or so except to notice that she was pretty in a kind of sullen, awkward way, and that she looked a sight better in her gingham dress and her own complexion than she would after she bought whatever she would finally decide on.
Or tell that she wanted.
I knew that she had already decided before she came in.
But you have to let them take their time.
So I went on with what I was doing, figuring to let Albert wait on her when he caught up at the fountain, when he came back to me.
"That woman," he said. "You better see what she wants."
"What does she want?" I said.
"I dont know.
I cant get anything out of her.
You better wait on her."
So I went around the counter.
I saw that she was barefooted, standing with her feet flat and easy on the floor, like she was used to it.
She was looking at me, hard, holding the package; I saw she had about as black a pair of eyes as ever I saw, and she was a stranger.
I never remembered seeing her in Mottson before.