The old man was folding it in his wallet when Gram said, "What nonsense is this?" She had come into the kitchen unnoticed and plainly she had been observing Gramps and Bud for some time. Her face was stormier than Bud had ever seen it and her normally gentle eyes snapped. Nonchalantly Gramps tucked the wallet into his pocket.
"Just a little business deal, Mother. I'm going to finance Bud's chicken business and he's going to pay me back when he sells his broilers and fryers."
"The idea," Gram said. "The very idea. Give that note back at once, Delbert Bennett."
"Now don't get all het up, Mother. A deal's a deal."
Bud saw that Gram's fury was beginning to touch Gramps in a tender spot, and he fidgeted nervously and said,
"I'd rather have it this way, Gram."
Gram answered by glaring at Gramps and flouncing out of the room. Bud looked dismally after her and turned to Gramps with a feeble smile.
"She shouldn't be so upset. I don't want anyone except me to pay for my chickens."
"She'll be a long while mad 'less she gets over it," Gramps said, still smarting. "Anything else, Bud?"
"Yes. How many eggs can you put under a setting hen?"