"I wasn't cut out to be a storekeeper, Bandershanks, and I'll sure be glad when Papa gets his shelves stocked." "How come Papa goes and goes to town, Mama?" "He's got to buy his winter goods before bad weather sets in. Once the rains start, the roads get so muddy wagons bog down. But Papa will soon be through. He's got one more haul to make—next Monday." When Monday came, Papa and Mama got up while it was still night. They didn't wake Mierd or Wiley or me. But when I smelled the ham Mama was frying for Papa's breakfast, I woke anyway. I slid out of bed and tiptoed into the kitchen. "Bandershanks! What're you doing up? It's not even three o'clock yet." "I'm hungry, Papa." "Here, get one of these biscuits and go back to bed." "Mama, can I take Trixie a biscuit?" "Child, dogs don't want biscuits this time of night." "Trixie's done woke up. I heard her out on the front porch, moaning just like Mierd does when she's dreaming bad dreams." "Well, take her this'n. Then you crawl back in bed and dream yourself some sweet dreams, little gal!" Just as I squatted down by Trixie to give her the biscuit, I heard somebody shooting firecrackers—or guns—way off up the road. Trixie jumped up. She growled and lay back down. She sniffed the biscuit but wouldn't eat it. I heard some more loud bangs. Trixie heard them too and started barking. Then I noticed the sky was glowing—like the sun was coming up. It couldn't be the sun; I knew that. I ran back to the kitchen. "Papa, come see! It's a big, big light!" Papa set down his coffee cup. "Where's any light?" "Up in the sky. And somebody's shooting firecrackers! There they go again! Hear them?" "Yeah!" Papa and Mama ran with me out to the far end of the porch. "Lord, Nannie, that's a big fire! Up about the store!" "Looks like it's far enough away to be Doctor Elton's house, don't you think?" "Maybe. Whatever it is, it's burning down! I'm gonna go see!" "I'll go with you, Jodie." "Me too, Papa!" "Y'all hurry, Nannie. Wake Mierd and Wiley while I hitch up the wagon. Just let them come on in their night clothes!" The light from the fire kept getting brighter and brighter. By the time we had splashed across the branch and reached the next rise we could see the huge blaze, already up higher than the trees. Papa kept jerking on the reins, trying to make Belle and Puddin' Foot trot faster. "Nannie, you think it might be Hal's grist mill?" "Yeah. Or, it could be the cotton gin. Mister Hansen's got lots of cotton stored there." "Cotton don't burn as fast as that fire's going. It's blazing like an old house made out of heart pine." Papa gave the mules another slap with the lines. "Jodie, what if it's the church? Who was supposed to tend the heater last night after services?" "Wallace Goode and Wiley. Son, did y'all douse it good with water like we've always told you to do?"