She made a pillow for the horse’s head in the straw, covered him with an extra blanket, and took up her lantern.
“How did you find your way out here in the dark?” she asked, as they reached the garden.
“I don’t know,” Eunice answered. “I’m not afraid of the dark.”
“I never knew a Wood to be afraid of the dark,” said Grandmother, smiling.
They found Cousin David sitting in the kitchen with Kenneth on his lap.
“Well, here you are at last!” he said. “Kenny’s been scared to death about you. Poor little chap, he’s been crying!”
“Ain’t neither,” said Kenneth, kicking his leg.
“Well, let’s have some bread and butter,” said Grandmother, hanging up the lantern. “David, you get some milk from the pantry, and don’t disturb the cream pans.”
“Grandma,” said Eunice, as they sat eating in the candlelight, “What makes you love Chucklehead more than the other horses? He’s the homeliest.”
“Oh, that’s a long story,” said Grandmother, yawning. “I’m going to bed.”