And so next <day he told us to get hitched up> morning he was gone again, then he come back and told us to
get hitched up and ready to take out and he would meet us. So Jewel got the team and come for me and
they fixed me a bed and we got in and drove across the square to where pa said, and we was waiting there,
in the wagon, with Dewey Dell and Vardaman eating banannas, when we seen them coming up the street. Pa
was coming along with that kind of daresome and hangdog look all at once like he has when he has been up to some-
thing he knows ma aint going to like, carrying a grip in his hand, and Jewel says,

"Who's that?" Then we saw it wasn't the grip; it was his face that was different, and Jewel says, "He got them teeth."

That's what it was. It made him look a foot taller, kind of holding his head up, hangdog and proud too, and then we saw
her behind him, carrying the other grip – a kind of duck-shaped woman all dressed up, with them kind of hard-looking
pop eyes like she was daring ere a man to say nothing. And there we sat watching them, with Dewey Dell's and Varda-
man's mouth half open and half-et banannas in their hands and her coming around from behind pa, looking at us like
she dared ere a man. And then I saw that the grip she was carrying was one of them little graphophones. It was for
a fact, all shut up as pretty as a picture, and everytime a new record would come and us setting in the house, listening
to it, I would think what a shame Darl couldn't be to enjoy it too. But it is better so for him. This world is not his
word; this life his life.

"It's Cash and Jewel and Vardaman and Dewey Dell," pa says, kind of hangdog and proud too, with his teeth and all,
even if he wouldn't look at us. "Meet Mrs Bundren," he says.

Oxford, Miss.
11 December, 1929