"Certain it was, and I went as King of the Harvest. I had a velvet suit with corn tassels all down the seams, and a velvet tam o'shanter with a big tassel on that. Your gram'ma she was going to be Queen o' the Harvest, till we had a little tiff, and she refused to have anything to do with me."
"She didn't tell us that."
"I calculated she hadn't. Well, she went as an apple, root and branch, all decked out in apple blossoms, with a staff, with artificial apples growing on it, and looking like an apple blossom herself, with her pretty pink cheeks and all the lacy fixings in the world trailing after her. I took Eliza Perkins, who was the best-natured and biggest-hearted girl I ever set eyes on, and the homeliest. Lord have mercy, wasn't she homely! I knew 'twould never do to take a pretty girl, so I picked her out to make your grandma jealous with, and I told her so. She was willing. 'I'll make Laury Ann just about jealous enough,' she said. ''Twouldn't do to have her too jealous.' And she certain played her part well. Your grandma asked me to come around to a candy pull to her house, before the evening was over."
"She didn't tell me any of this, the wretched woman!" Peggy cried. "Did you go to the candy pull?"
"Oh, I went sure enough."
"Did you have a nice time?" Elizabeth asked.
"I didn't have the kind of time I expected," Grandfather twinkled.
"Why not?"
"There wasn't any candy, and there wasn't any pull."
"What was there?"