"Call your ma to the phone, honey. This is Mister Hawk Lumpkin. I gotta tell her somethin'."
Grandpa had said lots of times that Mister Hawk couldn't hear it thunder.
"Here's my mama," I screeched.
I handed Mama the ear thing, but she didn't put it against her head. Mister Hawk was yelling so loud she didn't even have to hold it close.
"Hello! Mister Hawk? This is Nannie."
"Nannie? Say, Nannie, send one of your young'uns out to Thad's house and tell him if he wants to see a automobile to get down to the road. One just passed, headed that way! Tell Thad he'll have to make haste 'cause that fellow must be hittin' twenty or twenty-five miles a hour!"
"Yes, sir, Mister Hawk, I'll tell Pa."
He must have hung up, for Mama stopped talking.
"Run out to Grandpa's and tell him Mister Hawk called and said—"
"I heard him, Mama. I'm going."