“I didn’t say any such of a thing, Uncle Rondo,” I says, “and I’m not saying who did, either. Why, I think you look all right. Just try to take care of yourself and not talk and eat at the same time,” I says. “I think you better go lie down.”

“Lie down my foot,” says Uncle Rondo. I ought to of known by that he was fixing to do something perfectly horrible.

So he didn’t do anything that night in the precarious state he was in—just played Casino with Mama and Stella-Rondo and Shirley-T. and gave Shirley-T. a nickel with a head on both sides. It tickled her nearly to death, and she called him “Papa.” But at 6:30 A.M. the next morning, he threw a whole five-cent package of some unsold one-inch firecrackers from the store as hard as he could into my bedroom and they every one went off. Not one bad one in the string. Anybody else, there’d be one that wouldn’t go off.

Well, I’m just terribly susceptible to noise of any kind, the doctor has always told me I was the most sensitive person he had ever seen in his whole life, and I was simply prostrated. I couldn’t eat! People tell me they heard it as far as the cemetery, and old Aunt Jep Patterson, that had been holding her own so good, thought it was Judgment Day and she was going to meet her whole family. It’s usually so quiet here.

And I’ll tell you it didn’t take me any longer than a minute to make up my mind what to do. There I was with the whole entire house on Stella-Rondo’s side and turned against me. If I have anything at all I have pride.

So I just decided I’d go straight down to the P.O. There’s plenty of room there in the back, I says to myself.

Well! I made no bones about letting the family catch on to what I was up to. I didn’t try to conceal it.

The first thing they knew, I marched in where they were all playing Old Maid and pulled the electric oscillating fan out by the plug, and everything got real hot. Next I snatched the pillow I’d done the needlepoint on right off the davenport from behind Papa-Daddy. He went “Ugh!” I beat Stella-Rondo up the stairs and finally found my charm bracelet in her bureau drawer under a picture of Nelson Eddy.

“So that’s the way the land lies,” says Uncle Rondo. There he was, piecing on the ham. “Well, Sister, I’ll be glad to donate my army cot if you got any place to set it up, providing you’ll leave right this minute and let me get some peace.” Uncle Rondo was in France.