The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program--by Mr.
Summers. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he
ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was a
scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of
conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr.
Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and
Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between
themselves and the stool. and when Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?"
there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter. came forward to hold the
box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.
The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program--by Mr.Summers. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and heran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was ascold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur ofconversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr.Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square andMr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space betweenthemselves and the stool. and when Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?"there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter. came forward to hold thebox steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.
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