They crawled under the pasture fence and then, as they came in sight of the grange hall, things began to appear strange. A big truck was standing in the driveway and men were carrying things out of it and into the grange hall.
“It’s a moving van,” Muffs exclaimed. “Somebody must be moving in.”
“People don’t move into public halls,” Tommy objected. “Maybe they just bought some new furniture for the grange. But gee! What funny furniture!”
“A new piano,” guessed Muffs as the moving men shouldered a box-like object and carried it through the door.
“They have a piano,” said Tommy. “I know because they play it at socials for the grown-ups to dance.”
“Then it isn’t a piano. Look-ee! I know what those are. Japanese lanterns in all different colors. It must be a ball like Cinderella went to. I wish we had a fairy godmother.”
The next thing to be unloaded was a pile of folding chairs. Then another pile of folding chairs—and another and another.
“My! What a lot of chairs,” exclaimed Muffs. “They’ll be fun for playing ‘Going to Jerusalem.’”
“We won’t be allowed to play,” Tommy said. “It’s prob’ly some grown-up doings and they’re just going to sit. Muffs, do you suppose Daddy and Donald and Mary are over there?”
“I thought I saw Mary, and look! There’s the headless man! He’s showing the moving men where to put the chairs!”