The judge said Pops was drunk and don’t get but $300 from the railroad. Moms cried ’cause that ain’t much. Shur sounds like a pile o’gold to me, but Moms tol’ me to hush up.
Pops still hurts real bad. Uncle Jim and Uncle John say Moms better do a law-suit. The railroad oughta pay, that’s fer damn sure. I can’t get in trouble ’cause that’s what Uncle John said.
Pops got caught by a train. He was supposed to catch the train, but the train caught him. Now he can’t doctor no more. Moms is upset, says she don’t know how we’ll eat. That’s silly ’cause we have crops and chickens everywhere. Today was supposed to be Christmas. Now it ain’t.