Where the Red Fern Grows
Two young ladies about my age stopped, stared and me, and then giggled. My blood boiled, but I could understand. After all, I had three sisters and they giggled all the time, too.
I saw a relieved look come over mama's face.
Looking at me, she started shaking her head. "I don't know," she said. "I just don't know."
It was too much for Mama and the girls. They left. I heard the tall cane rattling as they ran for the house. (7.126)