Education too, George thought. The real kind. "No, thanks, son," he said. "You'd better help your mother plant the potatoes."
That evening at supper, as they sat enjoying sundown and the quiet of woods and mountains, they heard a motor far away. The wind took it away and then it sounded much nearer, grinding in low gear. George stood up as a jeep came round the mountain. In it sat a man and a woman.
The jeep came into the clearing, swaying over stones and roots.
"Charlie!"
"Hi," Charlie said. He helped Beth down.
George yanked Timmy to his feet. "Stand up, son. This is the President of the United States."
"I got a present for you, George," Charlie said.
"Not another pressure cooker!" Rosy said.
"A peace pipe," Charlie said.
Timmy's big round eyes took him in. "Are you the President?" he asked in a small, awed voice.