“Anything knocked out of kilter, Jerry?” Scoop inquired, grinning.
“I’m about two inches shorter,” I said, feeling of my neck and kind of screwing my head around.
“She gave you some awful wallops.”
I admitted it.
“She had no right to do it,” Scoop went on, his face darkening. “It wasn’t fair. She might have been ladylike and told you to go away if she wasn’t interested in your soap. Your ma and my ma wouldn’t have done a trick like that. No ladylike woman would.… She needs a good lesson,” he waggled.
“Go up to the door and scold her,” laughed Tom.
“Better than that,” said Scoop, “I’m going to turn the tables on her and make her coax me to sell her a cake of my soap.”
I had a picture of him doing that!
“If you try it,” I said, “you better make out your will before you start in.”
He grinned at me.