"Your grandma was there."
"Oh, what did happen? Granddaddy, don't you see me shaking with excitement and suspense?" Peggy demanded.
"Well, Mother and me, we kind of come to an understanding. I guess it's about time I hitched up Lizzie and we started along. She's been a whining and a whinnying back there for some time now. Besides, your grandma calculates to make huckleberry dumplings for supper. She gave me special directions not to ask anybody in to eat 'em. She allowed she was only going to have enough for the immediate family."
"That means I'm coming!" Peggy cried. "I am the immediate family."
"I know what dress Grandma had on that night— her pink muslin with dolman undersleeves, the one that Ruth tried on the other day," Elizabeth said, "and you kissed her in."
"Well, force o' habit is strong. Get your berries together and hop back into the car, or I'll have to start without you." Grandfather led the way through the branches into the clearing where they had left the machine.
"I half expected to see Lizzie grazing around without her harness on," Peggy said. "Grandfather is so convincing."
"You take good care o' that sister of yours." Grandfather was using most of his breath in the effort to crank Lizzie. "Don't let any o' these fat boys that is hanging around her try to run away with her. She's too precious."
"He must have seen Piggy," Peggy said in an undertone to Elizabeth.
"There was a fat boy hanging around your grandma once." He jumped into his seat with the agility of a boy himself, a thin boy, "Giddap, giddap, Lizzie."