about the room, thinking. Peewee watched him questioningly. Was it possible the man was going to give him strawberries? His directions to the woman indicated that, but experience had taught Peewee to guard against disappointment. The return of the woman bringing the berries confirmed the man's intention. Peewee looked on expectantly while she washed the berries and put them in a dish upon the table; she put sugar on them and spread bread with butter.
"This what you wanted?" the man inquired.
"Yes, sir."
"Say, 'yes, grandfather'"
Peewee eyed the berries. "Yes, grandfather."
The man pointed to the older woman. "Call her 'grandmother'," he directed.
"Yes, grandmother," said Peewee.
The man motioned to the other woman. "Call her 'Aunt Nettie'."
"Yes, Aunt Nettie."
"You're always to call us by those names, never by anything else. Do you understand?"
Peewee reflected. His father's family, he had
