itâs all right to charge stuff to most of the folks that comes in here, but there is them that youâll have to fight shy of, and seeinâ you alone in the store theyâd be just the ones that might come in and get a raft of stuff charged. You know the Smitherses, in the house you folks has rented; well, them. And then thereâs the Foxesânot the ones on Washington Street, but the ones down by the brickyards. If any of them comes in, just tell âem itâll have to be for cash before you fetch out the stuff. Oh, yes, that littlest Jacobs boy; if you have to get him kerosene or somethinâ-or-other out of the back room, heâll snitch an orange if you donât keep an eye on him.â
It was about half-past-nine when Mr. Haushalter left for the funeral, and Iâd made up my mind that while he was gone Iâd do things just the way he always did them. The first thing I did was to go to the tobacco case, get out the long plug of black B-L, and slice off a sliver exactly the width of the dent mark. Then I folded it four times before I put it into my mouth, just the way Mr. Haushalter did. Iâd barely started gathering it into a quid with my tongue when Miss Heath, my Sunday School teacher, came in for a gallon of kerosene.
If I hadnât known her, or if sheâd just said, âA gallon of kerosene, please,â Iâd have been all right, I think. But she didnât. As she came down the two steps inside the door she sang out, âIsnât this a lovely morning? Do you have mornings like this in Colorado?â
I managed to say âYesâm,â sort of around the chew, without having any trouble. And I got by pretty well when she asked if I was tending the store all alone. But when she asked me why Mr. Haushalter wasnât there and where heâd gone, I was licked. There were only two things I could do: either run the risk of having the chew fall out of my mouth if I tried to talk around it, or swallow it. I swallowed it. But it didnât stay down more than ten seconds after Iâd got hold of Miss Heathâs kerosene can and escaped into the back room. And I didnât feel a bit well when I took the can back to her and asked, âCharge it?â
Miss Heath seemed to be nearly as shaken up as I felt, and she looked at me as if she were terribly worried. âWhat happened to you?â she asked. âDid you hurt yourself? Why, youâre as white as a pillow case, and I thought I heard a sound as if you were crying back there.â
My stomach felt as if it were on fire, and my mouth was almost running over with the saliva that kept pouring into it, but I managed to say, âNo, maâam, I just got a little dizzy spell for a minute, but Iâm all right now.â
I had to answer four or five more questionsâand hope I wouldnât be sick againâbefore she went out, saying she must talk to Mother about my having dizzy spells.
From the minute Mr. Haushalter had mentioned letting me tend the store alone Iâd been hoping Iâd have lots of customers, so I could show both them and him what a good job I could do. After Miss Heath went out I didnât want to see anybodyâor have anybody see meâbut it didnât work that way. Half of the women in the neighborhood must have come in, and every one of them chattered like a blue jay; asking me if I didnât feel well, and where Mr. Haushalter was, and if it wasnât a lovely morning.
For me it wasnât. My stomach still felt as if there were a fire in it, the water ran into my mouth so fast that I had to swallow every time I tried to answer a womanâs question, and the swallowing gave me the hiccups. I could usually stop hiccups by taking nine swallows of water without catching my breath, but I was already swallowing more water than I could handle, so I decided to try cold buttermilk. It would always soothe sunburn for me, or the stinging burn
Angela B. Macala-Guajardo