"Serious as a cow at milkin' time."
"Why, mercy me, I'd feel young and chipper doin' a thing like that."
"Ye would?"
"Yes, I would."
"Even if ye had to hide in the back o' a truck under a bundle o' hay
with goats eatin' through to ye?"
"Even if!" Grandma hurriedly left the table, motioning Maureen and Paul
to follow. "Don't ask any questions," she said. "Just slip into your
jackets and come along, and leave our blankets on the cots."
The people nearby looked up in surprise as the Beebe family put on
their wraps.
"My husband has got some goats down in the truck he wants us to see,"
Grandma explained.
"But it's raining, Mrs. Beebe."
"I know. That's why we're bundling up." Grandma blushed. "Y'see, my
husband's like a little boy whenever he's got a new pet to show me."
_Chapter 16_