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           "Yeah,buthemakescertainyourteacher’sgonnabethere.Ididn’thearhimsaythistime—reckonheforgotit."Calpurniascratchedherhead.Suddenlyshesmiled."How’dyouandMisterJemliketocometochurchwithmetomorrow?"

           "Really?"

           "How‘boutit?"grinnedCalpurnia.

           IfCalpurniahadeverbathedmeroughlybefore,itwasnothingcomparedtohersupervisionofthatSaturdaynight’sroutine.Shemademesoapallovertwice,drewfreshwaterinthetubforeachrinse;shestuckmyheadinthebasinandwasheditwithOctagonsoapandcastile.ShehadtrustedJemforyears,butthatnightsheinvadedhisprivacyandprovokedanoutburst:"Can’tanybodytakeabathinthishousewithoutthewholefamilylookin’?"

           Nextmorningshebeganearlierthanusual,to"gooverourclothes."WhenCalpurniastayedovernightwithusshesleptonafoldingcotinthekitchen;thatmorningitwascoveredwithourSundayhabiliments.ShehadputsomuchstarchinmydressitcameuplikeatentwhenIsatdown.Shemademewearapetticoatandshewrappedapinksashtightlyaroundmywaist.Shewentovermypatent-leathershoeswithacoldbiscuituntilshesawherfaceinthem.

           "It’slikeweweregoin’toMardiGras,"saidJem."What’sallthisfor,Cal?"

           "Idon’twantanybodysayin’Idon’tlookaftermychildren,"shemuttered."MisterJem,youabsolutelycan’twearthattiewiththatsuit.It’sgreen."

           "’smatterwiththat?"

           "Suit’sblue.Can’tyoutell?"