"What about me?" yelled the victim of this daylight robbery. "The man who stole my bean will come forward as if he drew it."
"I don't see how we can possibly prevent it," observed Gran'pa.
"I insist on my name being included. Failing that, there must be another draw."
"No!" protested the whites.
"Yes! . . . Another draw!" clamored the reds, completely losing their previous sense of chivalry.
"Absurd!" retaliated Gran'pa. "We can't have all this business over again through the gross carelessness of one man. Will the holders of the white beans kindly give their names at once?"
They did—all together!
"One at a time, please!" ordered Gran'pa, taking out paper and pencil. "And we want to see your beans, as well!"
So, at last, after an arduous and exciting afternoon, we drew up a list of those who were entitled to the full fruits of rejuvenation.
The task was accomplished under great difficulties, owing to the noisy behavior of the individual who had lost his bean. But Gran'pa was adamant. He refused to give way either to his pleadings or his threats.