"Ain't you glad, Grandma?"
She just sat up in bed a little bit straighter and went on knitting and knitting, and her needles went on clicking and clicking. She looked at me over the gold rims of her eyeglasses. Then, all of a sudden, Grandma threw down her knitting and started calling Grandpa Thad as loud as she could holler!
"Thad! Thad! Oh, Thad!"
He didn't answer.
"Baby, run fast and find your grandpa! Tell him to make haste and com'ere!"
I darted through the kitchen, out the back door, and was at the yard gate when I almost ran smack into both Grandpa Thad and Mama. They were walking so fast and talking so fast they didn't notice me.
"Ming! It's over! The war's over! They signed the Armistice!''
"Glory be!" Grandma cried, raising her arms up high and letting her hands fall back down on the bed covers and counterpane. "Glory be! Our boys will come home! Thank God! They'll come back! Thank God!"
Tears were running out of Grandma's eyes, and she kept waving her arms and crying, "Glory be! Glory be!" She was shouting at first; then the "glories" got softer and softer, till she was just whispering them.
Grandpa was trying to tell Grandma something else, but I couldn't understand him because Mama was talking too.