"All right. Me first!"
I hovered over the switches with loving indecision. Finally I pushed up
the one on the extreme right.
The office light beamed suddenly on us from the ceiling. "Oh, that
isn't fair!" I cried. "I didn't know that was the office light--I
didn't--"
"You had your turn," Grant said firmly. He reached out one thin brown
finger and flipped up the switch that was second from the left. I
looked out the window woefully. Sure enough, he had lit up the
"Moonrise Motel" part of the sign.
"You've been experimenting," I accused him. "You knew that was the
right switch."
I should have realized he'd know all about the switches. He always
investigates everything, and if there is something he doesn't know how
to do, he learns how. He's a jack of all trades--and a master of all of
them, too! Usually that makes me very proud of him, but right now I was
just exasperated. "Now I'm going to turn on the 'vacancy' sign," I
said, jabbing grimly at another switch.
Grant laughed. "You turned on the porch light outside the office door."
He put his finger on a switch. "Now look out the window."