Aunt Ella said. “I’d rather do without meat than butter, now that I’ve gotten used to having it again.” “Well, with any luck, you won’t have to do without meat for supper. I’m going squirrel hunting this afternoon,” announced Uncle Jed. “I’ll try to catch some bluegills after I see Mrs. Brown, in case you don’t have any luck,” Will said, leaving the table. As he walked down the dusty road, Will thought of how his uncle had fixed the millworks the week before. He hoped people would be so glad to have the mill grinding again that they’d forget Uncle Jed hadn’t fought the Yankees. When he knocked on the door at the miller’s house, Mrs. Brown welcomed him warmly and said she’d be happy to trade butter for any rabbits he’d bring. “Now, don’t forget to come back for the butter when you’re through fishing,” she said as he finished the apple pie and milk she’d insisted that he have. “I won’t,” he assured her, adding shyly, “I think that’s the best pie I ever ate.”
