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Little Peggy was very careful with the eggs。 She rooted her hand through the straw till her fingers bumped something hard and heavy。 She gave no never mind to the chicken drips。 After all； when folk with babies stayed at the roadhouse； Mama never even crinkled her face at their most spetackler diapers。 Even when the chicken drips were wet and stringy and made her fingers stick together； little Peggy gave no never mind。 She just pushed the straw apart； wrapped her hand around the egg； and lifted it out of the brood box。 All this while standing tiptoe on a wobbly stool； reaching high above her head。 Mama said she was too young for egging； but little Peggy showed her。 Every day she felt in every brood box and brought in every egg； every single one； that's what she did。
Every one； she said in her mind； over and over。 I got to reach into every one。
Then little Peggy looked back into the northeast corner； the darkest place in the whole coop； and there sat Bloody Mary in her brood box； looking like the devil's own bad dream； hatefulness shining out of her nasty eyes； saying e here little girl and give me nips。 I want nips of finger and nips of thumb and if you e real close and try to take my egg I'll get a nip of eye from you。
Most animals didn't have much heartfire； but Bloody Mary's was strong and made a poison smoke。 Nobody else could see it； but little Peggy could。 Bloody Mary dreamed of death for all folks； but most specially for a certain little girl five years old； and little Peggy had the marks on her fingers to prove it。 At least one mark； anyway； and even if Papa said he couldn't see it； little Peggy remembered how she got it and nobody could blame her none if she sometimes forgot to reach under Bloody Mary who sat there like a bushwhacker waiting to kill the first folks that just tried to e by。 Nobody'd get mad if she just sometimes forgot to look there。
I forgot。 I looked in every brood box； every one； and if one got missed then I forgot forgot forgot。
Everybody knew Bloody Mary was a lowdown chicken and too mean to give any eggs that wasn't rotten anyway。
I forgot。
She got the egg basket inside before Mama even had the fire het； and Mama was so pleased she let little Peggy put the eggs one by one into the cold water。 Then Mama put the pot on the hook and swung it right on over the fire。 Boiling eggs you didn't have to wait for the fire to slack； you could do it smoke and all。
〃Peg；〃 said Papa。
That was Mama's name； but Papa didn't say it in his Mama voice。 He said it in his little…Peggy…you're…in…dutch voice； and little Peggy knew she was pletely found out； and so she turned right around and yelled what she'd been planning to say all along。
〃I forgot； Papa！〃
Mama turned and looked at little Peggy in surprise。 Papa wasn't surprised though。 He just raised an eyebrow。 He was holding his hand behind his back。 Little Peggy knew there was an egg in that hand。 Bloody Mary's nasty egg。
〃What did you forget； little Peggy？〃 asked Papa； talking soft。
Right that minute little Peggy reckoned she was the stupidest girl ever born on the face of the earth。 Here she was denying before anybody accused her of anything。
But she wasn't going to give up； not right off like that。 She couldn't stand to have them mad at her and she just wanted them to let her go away and live in England。 So she put on her innocent face and said； 〃I don't know； Papa。〃 She figgered England was the best place to go live； cause England had a Lord Protector。 From the look in Papa's eye； a Lord Protector was pretty much what she needed just now。
〃What did you forget？〃 Papa asked again。
〃Just say it and be done； Horace；〃 said Mama。 〃If she's done wrong then she's done wrong。〃
〃I forgot one time； Papa；〃 said little Peggy。 〃She's a mean old chicken and she hates me。〃
Papa answered soft and slow。 〃One time；〃 he said。
Then he took his hand from behind him。 Only it wasn't no single egg he held； it was a whole basket。 And that basket was filled with a clot of straw most likely all the straw from Bloody Mary's box and that straw was mashed together and glued tight with dried…up raw egg and shell bits； mixed up with about three or four chewed…up baby chicken bodies。
〃Did you have to bring that in the house before breakfast； Horace？〃 said Mama。
〃I don't know what makes me madder；〃 said Horace。 〃What she done wrong or her studying up to lie about it。〃
〃I didn't study and I didn't lie！〃 shouted little Peggy。 Or anyways she meant to shout。 What came out sounded espiciously like crying even though little Peggy had decided only yesterday that she was done with crying for the rest of her life。
〃See？〃 said Mama。 〃She already feels bad。〃
〃She feels bad being caught；〃 said Horace。 〃You're too slack on her； Peg。 She's got a lying spirit。 I don't want my daughter growing up wicked。 I'd rather see her dead like her baby sisters before I see her grow up wicked。〃
Little Peggy saw Mama's heartfire flare up with memory； and in front of her eyes she could see a baby laid out pretty in a little box； and then another one only not so pretty cause it was the second baby Missy； the one what died of pox so nobody'd touch her but her own mama； who was still so feeble from the pox herself that she couldn't do much。 Little Peggy saw that scene； and she knew Papa had made a mistake to say what he said cause Mama's face went cold even though her heartfire was hot。
〃That's the wickedest thing anybody ever said in my presence；〃 said Mama。 Then she took up the basket of corruption from the table and carried it outside。
〃Bloody Mary bites my hand；〃 said little Peggy。
〃We'll see what bites；〃 said Papa。 〃For leaving the eggs I give you one whack； because I reckon that lunatic hen looks fearsome to a frog…size girl like you。 But for telling lies I give you ten whacks。〃
Little Peggy cried in earnest at that news。 Papa gave an honest count and full measure in everything； but most especially in whacks。
Papa took the hazel rod off the high shelf。 He kept it up there ever since little Peggy put the old one in the fire and burnt it right up。
〃I'd rather hear a thousand hard and bitter truths from you； Daughter； than one soft and easy lie；〃 said he； and then he bent over and laid on with the rod across her thighs。 Whick whick whick； she counted every one； they stung her to the heart； each one of them； they were so full of anger。 Worst of all she knew it was all unfair because his heartfire raged for a different cause altogether； and it always did。 Papa's hate for wickedness always came from his most secret memory。 Little Peggy didn't understand it all； because it was twisted up and confused and Papa didn't remember it right well himself。 All little Peggy ever saw plain was that it was a lady and it wasn't Mama。 Papa thought of that lady whenever something went wrong。 When baby Missy died of nothing at all； and then the next baby also named Missy died of pox； and then the barn burnt down once； and a cow died； everything that went wrong made him think of that lady and he began to talk about how much he hated wickedness and at those times the hazel rod flew hard and sharp。
I'd rather hear a thousand hard and bitter truths； that's what he said； but little Peggy knew that there was one truth he didn't ever want to hear； and so she kept it to herself。 She'd never shout it at him； even if it made him break the hazel rod； cause whenever she thought of saying aught about that lady； she kept picturing her father dead； and that was a thing she never hoped to see for real。 Besides； the lady that haunted his heartfire； she didn't have no clothes on； and little Peggy knew that she'd be whipped for sure if she talked about people being naked。
So she took the whacks and cried till she could taste that her nose was running。 Papa left the room right away； and Mama came back to fix up breakfast for the blacksmith and the visitors and the hands； but neither one said boo to her； just as if they didn't even notice。 She cried even harder and louder for a minute； but it didn't help。 Finally she picked up her Bugy from the sewing basket and walked all stiff…legged out to Oldpa
