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Show 52 "Oh! Hunkup! " scolded Suzie. "All the time talk, no say anything." "My man, too, " said Mama. "All the time talk." "Chatter, chatter, like the birds, " said Suzie. "No say anything." When they did come, Papa asked Hunkup to say the blessing on the food, which he did in Indian. If they were there on a Sunday, they dressed in different, if dusty, clothes and accompanied us to Sacrament Meeting. Hunkup, who was a great nephew of old Chief Kanosh, didn't wait to be invited to the stand, and of course he was always accorded the courtesy of speaking, as he expected to do. All of us little papooses sat with Mama and Susie and tried to behave like little Indian children, respectful of our elders. We knew "Ring Jane" who had been purchased for twenty ponies from another tribe, but she didn't like her husband, so ran away from him and went home. He pursued and got her back, but branded her forehead with a circle so that she behaved herself from then on. The other squaws were not always so polite as Suzie. They always covered the town begging. "Give-um bread, " demanded one. "No want flour. Want bread. " "I don't have any bread, " Mama told her. "I give-um flour. Make own bread. " Non-plused, the woman pointed to the clock. "Gimme that!',' to the scarf of the sewing machine: "Gimme that! " to Mama's ornamental dishes, and about everything she could see, repeating: "Gimme that! " I was frightened, but Mama laughed easily. "You want too much! " |