"My same face!"
"Well, don't cry! You look fine. Sometimes it takes a long time for a girl to get extra pretty. Some need lots of chicken feet."
"I wish every chicken had a hundred feet!"
Papa called me to come over to the kitchen bench where he was sitting.
"Come on, sugar." He took out his pocket handkerchief to wipe my sticky fingers. Then he lifted me up in his arms. "You look real beautiful to me."
While we were eating Sunday dinner, Mama said, "Jodie, I know it'll make you mad when I tell you what I've got to do this evening. But I can't help it."
"What're you talking about? We've been married nearly twenty-seven years, and I ain't got real mad at you yet, have I?"
"Well, it's this— Our Missionary Society voted to take turns carrying foodstuff over to Ophelia and her young'uns. Today's my turn!"
"You're aiming to take groceries to Ward Lawson's house? Good Lord, Nannie!"
"It's our Christian duty!"