"Not nothing?"
"Well, your Aunt Vic did send Jim-Bo to get a sack of flour, and Old Mister Hawk was in as usual for his plug of tobacco. Otherwise, I sold very little today. Here, let's get your heels warmed up so you can crawl in the bed. My goodness, this is a mighty long nightgown you've got on tonight."
"It's a new one."
I was just crawling up on Papa's knees when Mama came in from the kitchen.
"Bandershanks! Shoo, shoo, to bed! It's time all chickens were on the roost!"
"I ain't no chicken, Mama!"
"Yes. You're a chicken. Mine and Papa's littlest chicken, not even feathered out yet!"
She led me back to one of the double beds in the far end of the fireplace room.
"I ain't sleepy, Mama."
"You don't have to go to sleep. Just lie down and rest. I aim to work on my quilt for a few minutes while Mierd and Wiley finish their lessons. Then we'll all get off to sleep."